Pyro
Bluelighter
Have you ever held a light close to your face and looked in the mirror? Do you examine your self? Do you ever wonder or question or get so out of focus that your everyday is a blur.
Focus. Breath.
I don't relate. I don't care. I am The Zero and The Christ. I am the bullet and the gun, the twitch moving your finger. I am the lie and the pain. I am rage and hate and fear. I eat you, so I can spit you out. I love, to be loved, so I can let you down. I am a side of him that he wants to cough up like poisoned blood.
I am none of those things.
My want to live is strong
but as I lay here
My want to die is even stronger
I don't want to play the game. I want to burn it and destory it. Inside my mind it is already dead - a systematic spiral of death and burrial. Take your love and your hate, and let them kill you, your happiness and your sorrow - eat them. Be imprisioned in your emotions and poisoned outlooks.
I am nothing, therefor I am everything - lucid and freeflowing. I see you there, so quiet, pondering my mysteries. But there is nothing mysterious about being empty. Perhaps there is a mystery to being aware, consious of everything.
I am God, The Cosmos, Mother Nature, and Satan. I am the poor child without hope. I am the blissful, hedonistic lover. I am the perverted old man, and the broken old woman. I am the man and the woman. I am everything - lucid.
I cry to God, and ask him to take me home. I don't want to wait until I am old and spent. I am the flaw in his perfect design, as I cry for him to kill me.
You don't see the truth. You are blind and content inside your poisonous emotions. You are all lost and will never find you way home, you will just decay and rot inside your undeserved hedonism.
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Once again, this is a work. Perhaps it reflects some parts of me, but by no means is it anything close to who I am. What is it's mening? What is it's purpose? You decide that, but for me it was something I like to call "Shit and Piss so I can get to sleep tonight". Directed at no one. A flailing, incoherent, pointless poetic rant.
Goonight, sleep well - I will.
Tim - Pyro
Focus. Breath.
I don't relate. I don't care. I am The Zero and The Christ. I am the bullet and the gun, the twitch moving your finger. I am the lie and the pain. I am rage and hate and fear. I eat you, so I can spit you out. I love, to be loved, so I can let you down. I am a side of him that he wants to cough up like poisoned blood.
I am none of those things.
My want to live is strong
but as I lay here
My want to die is even stronger
I don't want to play the game. I want to burn it and destory it. Inside my mind it is already dead - a systematic spiral of death and burrial. Take your love and your hate, and let them kill you, your happiness and your sorrow - eat them. Be imprisioned in your emotions and poisoned outlooks.
I am nothing, therefor I am everything - lucid and freeflowing. I see you there, so quiet, pondering my mysteries. But there is nothing mysterious about being empty. Perhaps there is a mystery to being aware, consious of everything.
I am God, The Cosmos, Mother Nature, and Satan. I am the poor child without hope. I am the blissful, hedonistic lover. I am the perverted old man, and the broken old woman. I am the man and the woman. I am everything - lucid.
I cry to God, and ask him to take me home. I don't want to wait until I am old and spent. I am the flaw in his perfect design, as I cry for him to kill me.
You don't see the truth. You are blind and content inside your poisonous emotions. You are all lost and will never find you way home, you will just decay and rot inside your undeserved hedonism.
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Once again, this is a work. Perhaps it reflects some parts of me, but by no means is it anything close to who I am. What is it's mening? What is it's purpose? You decide that, but for me it was something I like to call "Shit and Piss so I can get to sleep tonight". Directed at no one. A flailing, incoherent, pointless poetic rant.
Goonight, sleep well - I will.
Tim - Pyro
