Burn it, burn it, burn it all
Until our city starts to fall
And the blood of thousands shall be shed
'Til all of us are burnt and dead.
Innocence no longer breathes
In what the fires have achieved
For evil now has found its chance—
Behold, the reign of decadence.
In times of weakness, we will pray
For childish faith of yesterday
But truth be told, our hearts are broke.
Those silly dreams went up in smoke.
Kill our hearts, ignore the pain
What once was love is now their bane;
For though we try, we'll not forget
Who smashed our hearts in spite of it.
Farewell to love! It means no more,
We just don't feel as once before;
Our minds are built of blood and bone,
And beating hearts have turned to stone.
We learn to leave behind the past
Its worth is now reduced to ash
Another cherished memory
Is one more knife to make us bleed.
Although we wait for morning light,
We are forever ruled by night
The monsters in us all awake
Our human souls we burn at stake.
Inside of us the fires roar
Our souls will burn forevermore
In blind aggression, off we run
And pay no heed to what we've done.
Construct a mask and hide your face
Resist the comfort of embrace
Emotion serves as only death
So fight it 'til there's nothing left.
Was it only just a dream?
Are visions more that what they seem?
Diana's scared to sleep at night,
For fear that she has prophet's sight.
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The Art of Confusion
PoetryDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
