I'm not youthful again
Preserving to maintain a peaceful psyche
I don't hold my breath at the action movie' scenes
I just know the hero would die in the end
Knowing he'd sacrifice his righteous self for the helpless mass
Paint fiction in good sense
Tough guys with principled ethical schemes
Ruby still covering their hands
At least they kill in the name of self-discipline not revenge
Me on the other hand
I want to bathe in blood
Be impulsive
Let the blade kiss my throat for the thrill of being threatened
At knife point I'm insensible to fear
Worn out of timid promises
'You'll die in the end'
Ain't that the point of being alive ?
Chant a last nefarious inelegant melody with my bloodlust
Adrenaline in my loins I might have burned these vessels of my body
Tore the face of god with the flame of my eye
Running up to that ridge
Eminent like a ancient curse
Fulfilling the prophecy
Parching the seventh heaven dry
The searing of my heart never discreet
They made this destruction machine
Chafed from a modicum that used to home mild camellias
Adoring, free from distress
It illuminated me once
Now it burns so much
I'm carrying hell cumbersome grand
Whenever I lay to rest
Bursts open florid stars
Silver meteors with the growing speed of manganese in my animal vertebrates
Hoisting a hungry power
Eager to haunt fake idols of holiness
Prayers of the weak
Vows of deceit
It sordidly crumble down and I laugh
Oh...I laughed so hard
The buildings shattered and the mothers started to weep
Men bowed to their knees
Giving in to a blurred line between systematised order and harmonized chaos
Flames curling serpents around my fingers
I'm back at my altar
Little girl evergreen
Never looking back at the dire tracks of atrocities
Bridges she learned to burn so she can be
Something other then being a mean of utility
Crawned rose gold, black onyx to my torso
I'm old and I'm not even turning twenty this year
For the lightning rippling on my stark naked scars
Is only a taste of the storm gutting me from the inside
Cherry murder of the mind
Masochist of my own breeding
I breached my limits the borders of my well behaved personality
Killing myself
(or just attempting it)
Getting the devil stuck bounded between my teeth
Raw déjà vus of what is maple sweet
Degenerated, strucked by lightning
(Nearly dead)
Yet I'm purely wicked
Rendering red velvet a hangman's noose
For who plays at games of treachery
Will always be treated with the devil's share
Justice in my irons
I hone my blade to the sound of violence
My beautiful godly anthem
I might have seen the world turn red too
But it was just my hands
Guiding them blind
Through darkness to death
Dare you threathen me ?
promise me ?
try me ?
7 July 2022