First Thing You Should Know 2

First thing you should know, is this isn’t a poem, it’s not a story, it’s not a song. These are just the mad ramblings of a genius with a headache. Watching the smoke curl between his fingertips, he wonders. Is it his body that’s on fire or his soul? Physically he feels fine yet he sees the flames, inside the pain is excruciating yet, not a scratch to be seen. Isn’t that a thought though, not a scratch to be seen on his soul. Why is it that the scratches and cuts that do the most damage are the ones you can never see? How can that much pain not leave a visible mark? How much pain can the soul take before it turns into the story of humpty dumpty, never to be put back together again? Isn’t it funny how you can forget your dying, when you have died inside? First thing you should know, is this isn’t a poem, it’s not a story, it’s not a song. These are just the mad ramblings of a genius with a headache.