
As I fall down, like a hell-bent torpedo . . .
Written by Penny C.; photography by Mitchell Stoycheff, colourized by Penny C.
Yesterday, I came down
Like a shot from above
An apple tossed down by the gods
I was like lightning,
Fantastic energy swelling
Unceasing
A fireball, ever-growing, burning, burning
I feel the need to burn
The things I hate, the things I’ve given up of late
As I fall down, like a hell-bent torpedo
I’m gonna burn those bridges, burn those bridges
Higher, higher, with my fire
Burn those bridges, burn those bridges
On and on, until they’re gone