Pyromaniac

Pyromaniac

A Poem by Max Earns

I can see him in your eyes
He dances in their depths,
Yet you smirk an evil plan
A secret very well kept,


He’s not weak, he is strong
Stronger than a hundred men.
He lures you into his will
That will never have an end.


You go on blindly as can be
Never searching for the truth.
Thus he crackles and he bleeds,
Behind curtains of smoke.


I can see him in your eyes…
A curse that will never lift.
It’s attractive and convincing,
Watching, waiting for your gift.


He destroys many lives
But they must still go on.
And you, a victim of his game,
Are just a token by token, lost.


Watch the bright sky darken
While from a mist of ashes he ascended.
His plan works well
But you my friend, have been apprehended.


A smoke screen in your mouth.
You speak the dirty words of gasoline.
There is no lift from his servitude,
It’s a one way ticket, that’s how it can be!


Yet you smirk this evil plan.
I know what thoughts you hide.
You must be careful friend,
This is not a joke of lies.


Action upon action must complete.
He controls your mind at minutes height.
Nothing can stop you now,
No tall or brilliant might.


Just go, I’ve been convinced.
This duty belongs to you.
You must convert what you acknowledge.
Into ashes, you drive them to.


Go and serve the roar of deep crackle.
I wait in anticipation.
For the show begins and shadows pass my eyes.
I can’t wait until bright lights cease the nation.


Many died upon it’s strength,
The screams of the past it rises as it comes.
Such a wonderful feeling, the smell.
I smile cause I love.


It’s the only thing you and I know.
The thing we desperately need.
Dangerous, as it might be.
It is that that our mind bleeds!


So go my friend,
Let him dance in your eyes.
Let him carry your will,
I can’t compete with  might.

© 2012 Max Earns


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very rythmical and deep. I really liked this and props one the topic and how you see and describe it. Definatly a 100/100

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Max Earns
Max Earns

In My Head, TX



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I live through music. I play, I write and perform my feelings. Quite often you'll find me running around in my head. I'm a forgotten dreamer but I know one day reality will bump into me and say, "Hey!.. more..

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