No Longer Caring I Am
Destroyer of hearts and minds is upon us.
Hearts and minds full of infliction.
Life seems dark when the sun is still up.
Within the ivoryline of hope there is nothing but sorrow breathing upon us.
Feverish dream of love I bury dead within my twisted mind and cold heart.
Love to me is now acid rain melting my flesh into ashes floating about the wind of longing death.
No longer do my hands reach to the stars.
Blues have consumed me.
Now these dark feeling have become my aesthetics Samurai warrior protecting me.
Blotted science of love is no longer sweet kisses or cherished memories.
All I have left is an endless pain of torture upon my heart and mind.
The sweet words of sayonara to my living days with hopeful dreams love will one day be mine.
The breezy desire within the howling wind of yesterday dream are now weeping souls wandering about lost.
Once sex on fire was the good life for me,
but
now I am no longer me, but a shadowy essence of looming death.
The classy individuals that think they are better than me are now just fading memories I no longer dwell on.
Rain no longer falls from the sky, it falls from darken eyes of death.
My tears are blood.
The panic cell in life has come upon you.
Hot n cold our passion is not erased.
Those that used each other to gain things are now dead and gone.
Untouched is my heart and mind to what is lurking upon life these days.
I am in place where I no longer care.
I walk like a shadowy mist upon life.
I hear and see but don’t feel connected any longer to life.
Now my heart no longer beats with desire, it is hallow like my soul depth falling into the darkness.
Have I become like the other destroyers of hearts and minds?
Do I seek harm upon life?
Or
does life seek harm upon me still that has no heart beating or no soul to
care what happens to me or them?
Blood drips from bones like a trail into the abyss of screaming death for all living that walks along side my misty shadowy of looming gloom.
I pause to the eerie cries of someone about me.
I turn to see nothing but space and endless darkness.
Why does life no longer care like I do?
Have become death upon life?
Shall they all be like me soon?
Nothing but mist of lingering past that never saw their mistake, until it was
too late.
Why do my weeping eyes hurt when no tears fall from them?
My bony hands of nothing reach into the air.
The cool brisk air moves about my bony hands and body like I have no reason or purpose within life or if I stood in its way to change its course upon the world damnation.
I felt nothing because I no longer exist.
I walk upon the blood ground of life twisted need for greed and power.
I no longer care,
yet
I find my bones trembling like wind chimes upon trouble times.
I sit to ponder the clouds of thunderous time upon life.
I wish to feel.
I wish to weep for all those foolish walking around with blinders on,
But
I no longer care about life.
As I sit here.
I hear the distant cries of innocence child wishing to have better life.
I weep the tears of blood rain sorrow.
I raise my cold dead essence.
I fall.
I say unto God, ‘I would die for life. I ask you, dear lord to spare those from this hallow torturous game of greed and death upon them. Give them another chance to change, so I will no longer have to worry over them. Give them a reminder to what I surrender away for their sake. Forgive me for not loving myself more them, but I am not shallow like them, I place them higher than myself. I give up my paradise for them. My love is strong and willful, I will give up all for them, so don’t let them fall into darkness like I did. Give them strength and will to see what must be change to spare life and the future of their children upon this one precious world they have.’
I hear your thundering sorrow and pain to what I surrender for their sake.
Understand me please.
I am but one out of many.
Yet
I care enough for life to spare life from the bowels of darkness.
I feel and know of you praise in my choice for life.
I see the light of upon my way.
I fear nothing any longer.
I give all over to life and you.
No longer caring I am….life may think.
People may laugh at my choice,
but
I gladly offer what is left to me to keep the destroyer of hearts and soul away from them.
I offer them new dawning reality.
A chance too dares the needed changes before it’s too late.
My voice will scream out, they are dead wrong about me no longer caring.
I care more than they did.
I died for life and them.
Would they die for life and me?
©2009 Firestar
