"math 101 made me dead"

[inwardsinging]

we run around in circles
all day
wondering when the end will
come again.
it never comes because we always
run. we fear what we know.
but do we know it
or is it a lie
or a test for the best,
to see who can rise above the rest.
but you rose
just assuming you could
because no one would
go as fast to the top as
you.
bringing fire and tears
to the table
you shattered the
world, while greeting
everyone with a smile
and a blade
to the ninth vertebrae;
you shattered them and
walked away. the
last thing that they'd
see was a
tattoo in an arch that read
"now i know what love is".