for my unaware arsonists

the red, black and golden girl

Theres this girl I have known for some years
She told me she hates this town.
Wants to live this place behind, it's caused her too much pain
Says its the breeding ground for all of her ill-fate,
The roads of this town seem to lure all that she dreads
And let them lay down on the grass by her home.
She dreams of making it to the film reels in those neon-lit cities.

She's adorned in red, black and gold velvet
Beneath that fabric, theres a big deep scar on her chest.
The skin theres been ripped off and stitched back
The threads dig deep into her heart.

She's someone who loves easily
Everyone adores her
Yet no one keeps her.
She's like a pretty little thimble on the surface
Been slipping off and gliding from one thumb to the next.

On the surface, I meant.
Deep down she's Dedaleus's muse
She's a free, wild soul; refuses to be tamed
all the Gods envy her, she strains against the fate of the mortals
Oh, cant you see? shes destined to be the queen.

Did you know her heart is every apothecary's dream?
Mighty, mean, miserly, merciless manchildren have broken it and left
What a pity, they never got to witness the art of kintsugi on flesh.
It's been ripped apart and flung off to the sewers all in the name of love
Yet somehow it still persists,
As gleamy as the crests of a far-off sunlit hill range-
I'd like to call it heaven.

I see love as her arch nemesis,
She sees it as her ikigai.
It's a wonder, how she never stops believing.

Her compliance is scary,
No matter my rise or my fall
She embraces me the same,
Never does she expect, nor does she judge.
A rare being, swimming in my waters.

I have been blessed to know her.
To keep a piece of her within me till I live
I thank the gods dearly for that.

Oh dear, I hope she rises, rises way above the skies,
Where the sun rays lose their minds and the birds yearn to reach in their dreams
This world's not made for her soul, but I think I feel her
Yeah I do.

I know for most parts she walks alone,
No one around to sense all that strains against her veins and keeps her alive
But alas, I know nothing to console her
This loneliness, someday she'll picture it as her ultimate bliss
In the end we all touch our graves alone
All that we have loved will seep in with us, to keep us company..
But nothing else, no one else, I am afraid.

Its okay, it's a price we pay
For craving more from a world running short of love and happy souls
For craving more from a world running on quick, bitter, heartless deceit
The gods poured more life into her,
Breathed more soul into her than her poor mortal skin could bear
And now she has no idea where to preserve it.
Didn't I say, it's a price to pay for
God's exercising of abundant artistry in us limited earthlings.

Its okay, she still has me,
Hopefully for eternity.

Wish she'd never cease to believe, sweet friend of mine,
Some day she'll find a soul, kind enough to sit by her
Till time grows old.
They'll watch all of her favourite movies with her,
Paint all her skies pretty and kiss her till she begins to love life
Maybe, until then she'll keep believing.
They say that's how we find real love.

Wish she wouldn't always seek it in others,
But seek it in herself too..
I sought
and found a lively, soulful companion
And I pray she may find more.