Presupposition

the diary of madman

Johhny was right,
it "burns, burns, burns",
crispy black flakes
landing on my red greedy tongue
but I'm the only one here
lying in a field of ashes
"cover me"
like a blanket of a thousand lives -
they exist within me.

Particle particulars
recycled for another great round
of the living dead!
But, let's not forget my booster
so I can start fresh
and make believe
I haven't been here before,
my energy a connective net
wrapped around the universe
a thousand fold.

Look into my eyes and tell me it isn't so.