Various Poems

11. Dystopia

I'm breathing flames and you're leaving withered tracks
I'm burning the forest that we've been planting all our lives
And you're leaving the forest, stepping on the flower fields that bring color to our past
The park, the world, the paradise you promised me is now a dystopia.

The messengers of death keeps on bothering our front porch
Disguising as scarecrows, stealing pine cones, to feed the lost souls of the underworld
Neither do they know that we don't need a scarecrow in a forest or we didn't even have one to start
The forest that was first filled with envisages and hopes
The enigmatic feeling of resurrection, the return of the spirits and the possession of ghouls
The reapers are about to shill regarding to the advantages of being dead
The souls are about to usurp the doombringer's vessel to bring themselves back from the dead
And where did it takes us, all back from the land of the living.

Now that the Reaper's motives are exposed
The souls conjuring are explained
That's why our loved is cursed and not mundane
And once we decided to break the chains
The forest that was full of memories are now turned into flames.

This love is so forbidden that every day that will pass, the side effects becomes more badder and badder
Every second we spent together is equivalent to each petal that will be withered if we separate and end the word 'together'
The consequences of a verboten love is as devastating as the termination of relations
A beautiful memory plants a tree of happiness, if the relationship ends, the trees will end in a fiery fate
Now we all know where this breakup heading to...

This whole tale is invoked with confusion and sudden turns
Its the time to loosen the strings and let the puppet explain on its own.

The hopeful couple signed an agreement to live forever in exchange for everlasting love
If they love each other, they'll live forever
Their parcel is filled with trees and flowers that are only planted if they are happy
And once they decided to separate, the trees will burn, the flowers will die, as so as them
That's the catch, they didn't know that everlasting life is exchanged by their own meaningful lives
They are one awful and ignorant pawns of the game of the devils
Victims of greed and inconsistency
And now that the deed of the divorce is done
So as their contract.

As the trees burn, so as the woman's soul
As the flowers wither, so as the man's spirit
False immortality is traded with endless suffering
That's why reapers and lost souls are bothering, it's actually an early greeting
The morale is nothing comes for free, there's always a final payment
In order to achieve divine life after death is to follow God's footsteps
Choose the one and not just someone
Because marriage is sacred, so as your life
Cherish, nourish and flourish
Because you don't want your life to be next one that the devil will plan to demolish.