Existence

Misery is the reason of my silence

Mystery, the blood of all existence

Purify my soul if I was deemed too sinful

Crucify my life if my existence is

nothing more than just a sin 

I draw a picture of your yesterday

it was both beautiful and disgusting

filled with lustful angels and breathing demons

Even with me 

sitting alone

My heart is blind

Save me from Purgatory

I will not cry

 

Love me 

with hate 

.

Middle, of nowhere.

Angels on your left
Demons on your right
Singing the love song in bass cleft
Whispering behind your ears in a way you like

Heaven above you
Hell below you
Virtue in front of you
Vice behind you

Are you feeling high
for being in the middle?

Do you feel the Allegro
of your memory killing your past
Do you feel the Presto
of your mind getting blinded by lust

Angels from hell
drowned in this white reality
Devils from heaven
asphyxiated in this blue illusion

Nothing is left




Now,
Are you prepared to face your death?
Are you willing to blow your last breath?

My beloved butterfly
I can hear your envious cry
Are you ready to fly?
Are you ready.........

to die?

~13