I
The scorching rage
Grip your heart
Felicitous
The way it feels
You can't be tamed
Anymore...
II
will you miss the quiet you suffer?
an eternity you prayed for rain
but when water soaks your sand
thunder will come along as well
your desert will be at peace
will you?
III
Anxious, distrusting, paranoid
You carry the baggage of your dreams and the sacrifice they require
Waiting to be saved from the battle screams that shake your soul
Drowning in music, while the pieces of broken glass lie shattered on the floor
Slammed doors could not contain your anger anymore
You clutch your head, the scorching hold making you scared
Is there any mercy for you?
You long to run away
You desire destruction
Yet, you trust the lie that everything will be alright, looking for some hope in this chaos, mourning a lost life
So you shoulder the guilt, resenting what you have become
Someone barely surviving, trapped
In search of a paradise built in hell
IV
I’ve seen some chase after volcanoes,
Storm chasers trying to catch the clouds
I’ve known some who recite the epics now lost,
Invoking the Gods of eras bygone
I was born in a time when chaos itself
Looked keenly at our creations divine
I’ve walked with vagabonds, lost,
High on the knowledge of the universe unbound
Don’t dare say that the madness resides just within me… Like a curse
V
My blood stains the pages
Blank with rage,
As I turn them wet,
Wondering if I would let myself bleed,
Would the pain go as well?
VI
...then you sleep
to escape your mind,
but the haunting dreams
wake you - silent screams
drenched in sweat, and
then you sleep...
VII
A love
That creates
In and of itself
Carries an entire universe
VIII
There’s something about being a non-believer and having a void in your soul.
I want to believe in a higher power, in the existence of a being that could promise salvation, and yet I don’t.
I don’t.
It’s like needing the elixir of life, but knowing that it only exists in the imagination of alchemists.
Do you understand my frustration?
IX
the shadow casts
tall silhouettes
of withered days
lost in misery's wake
X
Has anyone recovered from love unrequited
This longing that haunts
Colouring memories with melancholy
And the lure of a promise
To be rewarded with possibilities