Run with wolves. Breath in smoke
Become your fear. He will become his fear
They will find him. And they will ask him, what have you worked for?
What have you obsessed over? What have you hurt yourself for?
He’ll say in life I was an artist, a painter
And we’ll watch his face change as he realizes his ideals go as far as his
threshold for pain
And he’ll say in life I was something, I was someone, I had purpose,
I had meaning, and they will all remember me
They will keep a place for me in case I return
Watch them become animals. Watch them feast
Watch them break and dismantle themselves