Music through Headphones.

I want to destroy it all, reduce concrete titans to rubble, cause even the most formidable edifice to tremble right down to its titanium core, see the fear in the thousand glass eyes of the city.

I want a laser beam gaze, to look at the sun and make it sweat and seek shade, give me eternal night time.

I want my meat raw, bleeding, gutted, still warm and pulsing with life down my esophagus, to swallow without chewing, ripping, tearing, gnashing lips rouged with bloodshed and suffering.

I want my innards to rupture, my body to dismantle itself, my heart to go on beating shamelessly, defiantly, long after my body is beyond recognition, so my next of kin not even knowing if I deserve their grief.

I want to crush civilization in my fists, strangling the life out of this already dead world in which I am forced exist.

I want to be reborn with wings and hummingbird heartstrings, covered in feathers and singing mourning songs, battle cries and love songs during twilight.

This isn't coming out right at all, nope.