They carried his casket that wasn't carrying him, as the shells around it cried.
"What happened to him?"
"I was just talking to him last week"
If insulting has become the new talking, then for once you have not lied.
Do you have an excuse? Oh, but it's only an excuse.
Just make up your mind.
Your eyes are drooping, are you tired?
Do you wanna take his place?
"Yes"
Then you need to stand here, yes just right here, in this small flame.
Don't worry it grows bigger, up until it melts your brain.
This is not within your control, I mean unless you become insane quicker.
This is the people's reins.
Their insults are what sets you aflame quicker.
Let me add some wood, I have some words that'd help this go quicker.
I know it hurts right?
Oh well, this is where you'll suffer.
Right where you've hung others is where you'll die yourself.
