man on fire

no matter how many bridges i burn they always come back. this is me announcing my second coming. how many times have i died, before i realized that i was alive the whole time. i think you knew me pretty well. to know that i would follow you, i wouldnt even have a chance to shatter you. this is a slow call for help, i notified the police that i will find out where you live, ill kill everyone to get to you. ill throw a wrecking ball right to the old fashioned show. i think theres enough blood to drink for the both of us. time to burn these buildings down and leave my markings on the graves of the ones who didnt deserve to live. they shouldnt even been born. but they were. the only difference they made in this world was death. its just like how they ended it. ill see them on the other side im sure, where the trees grow inward. and the jesters dance with a funny crow on their shoulders. in comfort walks and talks, with screams and yells. i am being welcomed home. with the sounds of the crowd shouting for my return, ill be welcomed home. with the audience cheering me on, ill be welcomed home. footsteps and clapped hands chant to the voices echoing into the air. no one knows this yet but we are all sleeping in the fattest mouth of The Chicago Sun Times. The New York Times. and The LA Times.