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