when at last you summit
on that mountain of blood caked bone
you will cry, "Look Mom! Look Dad! Look what I've done!"
at that moment, the heavens will part
cleaved by the scythe of the Reaper
so Father may look down on you and shrug
I want Super Saiyan abilities
quiet, depressing and wonderful.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn