451 degrees

Throw all your letters away and return me the keys
I have a temperature of 451 degrees
Sick or obsessed. It doesn't matter when you're a guest
Who is looking for wonders in someone's apartments

If you call all these flats jungles, I don't really mind
I used to meet deep thinkers of your kind
Artists of words or feelings that are buried deep under the bones
Forever and never alone
Kissing and blessing the beauty. Its superior form
But is this named beauty real after all?
Will you call me beautiful or nice? I promise to take your lies
For truth

However I still have a temperature of 451 degrees
I would burn like papers from my diaries
Each of them is a vicious part of me
I cannot forget. But how could it be
That there's not a single word about my life
Who even cares while heaving the knife
In my chest although it's cruel. They (strangers) speak
From inside dead bodies like ventriloquists

Meanwhile, I've got fever. Dazzling sorts of thoughts it delivers
As well as nightmares. I gave all of them names.
Would it guarantee some kind of shame?
I feel its touch on the surface of my tongue where every meaning ends
They (strangers) say fire would help to destroy
the traces of evil in human souls
Till all these souls burn to coals

So that artists of words and feelings will use them to draw like masters
Prolonging the moment of scale disaster
Maybe the ashes will sing a song for them to calm down
If they even notice the birth of the sound
Its blossoming and its sunset in the skies
Which are the limit for those who can fly
In dreams, in wishes. No one would give you the chance
To see where the path leads through the layers of centuries

My end has come. I guess.
They say death is the beginning but how could it be
the beginning if everything longs to live without sense of fear of death
Or how could be death the real power to supress,
Torture, return back with distress
So there are no cloud castles for miles and miles
Purification with the help of fire is lies
For it's a useless attempt to avoid the truth before your eyes.
Is it so necessary? Is it so fair?
My eyes see, my heart feels though my hands are shaking
as if somehow the current passed through my veins.
The last pray is pronounced. I'm ready to bounce. Let fury be my gasoline
Because I found the way out within

So don't waste my time. I'm in and I'm out
I'm everywhere. All I want is to shout
That's why I don't really need the keys
I have a temperature of 451 degress
Pure fire bliss.

17/04/18