What you know, yet never tell
Is that you want your lungs to swell

You want a metallic taste and rotten smell—
A symbol, a sign;
A picture, a slide;
A drink that is poison,
But still gets you high

You want to be as human as others,
Be they your enemies or your brothers,
Yet you'd also have the wind be
A solitary reminder of your singularity

You yearn for a...