Call me crazy
Call me smart
Call me fun
Or just a waste
But as I dance in tears from a dark gray sky
My heart beats faster than a drum
Faster than the wisps that keep hummingbirds afloat
In air crisper than a freshly baked
Warm apple pie
Pulled seconds from the fiery heat of Hell’s oven
And I wait for some salvation
Some lighting bolt to strike me down
As my body crumbles to soggy ground
And my soul floats free
In glorious deathly isolation