Cheer Up Son, We All Make Mistakes
You tore the wings off my thoughts and, as I fall back to earth, I dream with no gravity. Rip open the ribcages of my mind, I don't mind. Rip open my eyelids and turn my eyes inside out and swarm, and in one instant our roles shall reverse, and I will witness your undoing. You will take in your demise. The chance I had to prove my worth. Forfeit your death. These sutures will never forget