I lived to create,
Surely covering the disturbance of a darkening state,
Painting a world of jewels and ravishing tones,
The smoldering pain that turned my heart into stones.
Forgotten realm of hopes to which I was accustom
I seek the echo of a pale but cheerful phantom,
Floating in the meadow of glistening memories,
Chasing the clouds in the sanctum of your worries.
Letting me squeal and moan like one of your creatures
Ravaging angst, mother of all raptures,
You trapped me in your cristal cage,
Reviving the vivid flow of my flaming rage.
I now seek to rip, to claw, to destroy,
Yet I will embrace the mercy I will deploy
Restraining myself to burn it all to the ground
To entangle my being with this strenght that I found.