Contemplate.

i say 'bubble, bubble,
fizzle, pop'
it's on your tongue
then you drop.

with eyes closed tight and laid to bed
i wonder and wonder who will watch
as i scrape my teeth against my tongue
bite so deep i can taste cold, rusty metal.
i will peel the skin off my eyelids
so that i may never sleep again
i can roam the night like peter pan.
jump across buildings,
taking in beams of moonlight
absorbs into my skin and leaves a dry ice burn.
touch my tongue against a heated lighter
this is how i spend my nights
out on the town looking for fun

humor me.