Hot, yet cold.
I remember how we met on that rainy day.
As far away from the heat of the moment you were,
While I had volcanoes run through my veins.
The fever had taken me in.
I saw my content dance in the reflection of the mirror,
But never had it ran like a river because of you.
You simply disappoint in every convenient way!
It danced and ran for I had finally saw the fruits of my efforts
In the glazing eyes of mere strangers who attended my classes.
I had failed to succeed before.
I had honors to keep the two most important happy.
But happy they weren't,
Nor were they proud!
They mock every little accomplishment as if it were but a happy meal's childish gift.
But to hell with all,
For heaven awaits that who believes and works for the ONE.
I love Him more than all beings on this earth,
Yet I always fall prey to the devil's trap, and I weep.
How could I love Him and follow another!
The fires of hell visit me so often
Threatening to melt my brains into soup of randomness.
I fight still to make my book of memories come true,
It has been locked under the everyday demands of non-creativity!
Locked for years in the midst of a flaming wood of deathly creatures,
It screams to free its flaming heart with passion for immortality
As it torments my every waking moment and every slumber with visions and hallucinations.
Ha, Hahahaha! I saw it all in the eye of my dreams
Coming to being in tremendous pleasure and innocence!
Innocence! you all scream at my yelping breaths of escalating tension.
Ha, Hahahahahaha! Oh how stupid you all sound repeating the old lines from the book of Shadows!
You crave the assistance of a being beyond your comprehension!
You stupid fools! You keep lusting after fame and money until you drop dead from a broken heart and a rotten spirit!
Why? you ask me, Do I dream of the endless happiness?
I tell you, Happiness, no Content! Had visited my frivolous nightmare.
I had you all beside me, criticizing every thought I utter and draw.
Why not think for yourselves why I still try against the tide of disappointment and nonrecognition?
Huh?
Everything is dancing the joyous deathly dance of illusion.
Except for the universe that claims my heartfelt dreams.
It only dances when I pursue that little light that promises the same old fame.
Fuck fame! Fuck you all!
The two most important ones had dragged my courageous heart, my wanton spirit, my faithful soul
Into the dark shadowy valley of the sun!
Fuck the illuminating mason sun with its so-called seeing-all eye!
What a silly lie! Yet they flourish, for their glamorous eye blinds their sight of Truth.
It is an empty promise they give to the world.
I have seen them all, you know, those wanton stories they make up!
However, I refuse to follow them into their depthfull hell.
Have you ever wondered why hill and hell are uttered the same?
Because they are the same in nature and description, Oh my dears!
They both promise highness, yet fall into the lowest proportions!
My heart still sings the song of innocence corrupted by emotions of hatred.
It still jumps on the melody of a face promising sincerity of love.
It still dissipate into shells of rooms compounding the others who make my heart warm.
That broken promise drives me to the edge of hellish madness,
But the singing voices of true sincere lovers shove me back into the reality of that love.
I wish you happiness, for I had moved to a better place away from your lying smiles.
Goodbye my lover! Goodbye my friend! You had been the stupid one to fool my pure heart.
Peace and Love,
© A Furious Child
