I want to be a observed.
I want to be the centre of attention, all eyes locked on my strange, disturbing form, a heinous god, a graffiti on the wall, a spoilt apple that stands out from the crowd with it's rotten divinity.
I want to stand out from the crowd, to be the artwork that has purposefully been torn to shreds, to cause wonder and disgust.
I want to be unflinching under the heavy gaze of the world, to smile as it picks up a dagger and cuts my chest open, only to find it filled with rotten flesh and buzzing flies.