Let’s create an art!
The life is mine, the words as well.
I use them to cut deep as if I hold razorblade,
I don’t care how many people left.
I can burn down every shaky bridge that I have
created,
Safety first, I need to feel secure when walking
on my path.
Let me create!
The life is mine, the paintings as well!
I don’t pose with fake smiles in front of those I abandoned,
I don’t need blind followers, they are unreliable,
just a burden.
What is wrong with me, you might ask.
Why I am so defensive, so hard to read.
I have been called ungrateful so many times
That my attitude is now a gray zone –
nothing is morally right or wrong.
I can do what pleases me -
If you can't handle it, call it even and proceed.
Unlike those missing from my circles, I value my time.
I need my brain stimulated, my heart thrilled, my
voice heard.
Who cares about the years spent – the price is
paid, no way back.
…
So let me burn and destroy,
Let me flood and annihilate!
Let me see the ashes left from my inner raging fire,
Let me see the mud covering this place after the
merciless flood
Of my unleashed emotions – call me psychopath.
And let me tell you how good it feels when the
pain you endure
Is inflicted by your own decisions and failures, your own choices,
Not placed upon you by those who tried to suppress you
In fear they might lose control. - Surprise, they lost!
Only the strongest will survive!
Then why I should
carry the weakest on my shoulders?
And the moment it gets real hard, they run away leaving me fading.
…
And in the end when all the stories are written
down,
And all the songs are sang with petrifying voices,
And all the gruesome paintings are on the huge
display,
And all of you are provoked to find yourselves in
my creations,
Then I can finally shall rise from the ashes of my
conscience,
Like a phoenix - I shall roam the skies, fly
freely.
And until the cycle is repeated over and over again
-Fly phoenix, fly my little monster – high up in the
endless sky.
