Soul on FireA Poem by The Mad ProphetHave you ever talked to Adar? I wouldn't advise it unless you are dedicaited to the cause that you are focused on. Don't let you soul be the victum of an ever burning flame. Don't wield your pain and hate.
I have use this double edge sword
I have slain many of my problems
I have killed myself in the process
I will never be the same now
Wielding my pain from my heart
Sure it’s great for the ultimate protection
But it came with the ultimate price
My heart chakra exploded with this inky dark flame
Soon my whole soul was engulfed
My perception changed
My mind has altered its logic
I am empowered, I am in control
The feeling was nirvana, ecstasy
At least for one who never felt love
The flame was overpowering
Burning its taint into my soul
Like an infernal investment that I asked for
I needed this feeling, so many people has it
I for once was strong… for once
Now the flame needs fuel
The soul is its tender
Slowly eating at everything that was me
And I only thought this was noble
For I was weak, and now I am them
My turn on top, my turn to play
But the feeling needed more focus
Soon, my soul burnt away
Now I feel paranoid
Everyone is laughing at me
They may not perceive this gift
But they feel their chance to strike
All I could do was lash… and I did
I lashed at those I called friends
They thought I was losing my mind
But I knew they were betraying me
But that was my perception without spirit and love
All that was burned as fuel for my flame
I lashed at those I considered family
Sorry for those words so motivated
I only knew how to spit poison
And maybe you will see it my way someday
See the power I once wield so blindly
I wish it didn’t leave a scare in my heart
Now I can only feel… scared
I have been chosen to wield the final seal
But at the cost of others I have hurt
I still don’t know better
And I would sacrifice it all again
If I had another chance of a new soul
I would sacrifice my soul for one reason though
To make sure you are all safe
So now my heart will never stop hurting
And only one thing will revive the soul
But this medicine is so foreign to me
Because my heart never developed love
And now that is the curse I must live with © 2008 The Mad Prophet
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Added on June 7, 2008Last Updated on September 8, 2008 AuthorThe Mad ProphetCedar Falls, IAAboutI always like taking the next big step through my mind. I am always trying to overcome something as simple as feelings over something. Ether it be good or bad, I try to adapt to it just to push it f.. more..Writing
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