Blissful Mania

I submit, yes, this flesh is different

It can hear the voices in the open flames

Some will sing, have an echo and dance

Then the color will change and this will go on for hours

Then when I was 16, I learn these voices will die with me

I look at the sun, I can feel something holding me back

So when I was in the dark, I dedicated to neon colors

Scattering my vision like the stars in the sky,

I finally break the cycle, and then leave these burning bridges

with no shame

An arsonist who knows how to dance with flames

Within these ashes, I learned how to tame my demons

I opened the box, and I know

Some things are meant to be torn apart

faith, hope, hearts

I'm the perfect disaster

A wildfire that kills butterflies

Somehow my lowest point is heaven

Chained or dead

I wake up with bloodshot eyes,

knowing I'm the brightest in the mirror

I for sure lost my mind, but I don't want to be found

I want to let go and feel how chaos takes control