To sleep and feel rested.
To fully remember the smell of those woods,
where I cut my fingers on branches,
and stones and laughed at the creation of my kingdom.
That would be my heaven.
And I may burn before I see it all again.
Comets that turn the sky orange but never touch earth.
We're rushing into oblivion.
I wanted to be happy,
so very badly.
But I figured you deserved it more.
So, I set myself on fire,
And danced around the flames,
but still prayed for the rain.