I guess my invitation was lost in the mail
Or maybe you lost my address
Even though I have never moved
But no matter
I am here now
As you like carbon so much
Let me tell you that diamond days are coming
The pressure will be internalized
As your lungs graphite bind
This should make everyone so very happy
Metastability of tissue giving way to allotropic desire
Everyone now so very rich
Just one problem
It will chip with days as sky combusts
And with point engrave upon tablet of each heart
That last breath was traded for the illusion that cut through you.