'fiat lux' or not

raised up from the dead sweet song.

reigning in my emtions but not for long.

bury me in my thoughts, and add some rubble, flatten me.

fill my lungs with liquid meth and i sufficate, soil so tickly.

shake off the world, fall over, pick myself up, back up again, grazed elbow.

I feel to set a line of fire across my surface, let it glow.

Just to prove that i am not dead, death.

i do not feel, but you feel my breath.