Poems Of The Third Order

Exploding

I'm the product of an artist

Whose creations bring delight

Upon this somber threshold

Imagination comes to life

Just free yourself from reason

Soon you'll see in black and white

Call me a seed of evil

But what's that mean...

If I'm conceived within your mind?

Leaking from the ceiling

Ink is bleeding through the lines

Is that your heart that's beating

Or illusion I'm alive?

Collect what's necessary

Keep appeasing the divines

Why did You come

Just go home

Whatever happens

You don't wanna know

Secrets are unlocking - but too bad the exit ain't

Despite this mask of happiness

I drown in dark despair

The world may be your canvas

What you paint on it, beware!

The pen is mightier than the sword

It has no limitation

Don't refrain, this ink will stain

And nothing can erase me now

I'd never harm the hand that writes

Imagination cursed us all with life

Shamed and defaced

Scathed and disgraced

Tainted by hatred

And can't be erased

Creators betrayed us

I've written my fate

And it can't be erased

I was not always a monster

Once I was somebody's muse

Innovation made me stronger

But that power was abused

The machine is thumping

And the ink is pumping

Now you need to run

Because my demon's coming

I don't have a guide

Just little bit of candlelight

Won't be long till this ink's all congealed

Upon my body, head to toe all concealed

I'm blinded by this evil growing

My heart is full of people-loathing

With secrets that I keep from showing

I am the wolf in sheepish clothing

I'm pushed to the brink of Exploding