Love is the Culprit Ignite a fire, watch the flame Place both feet in, worse than broken glass Feel the heat burning steady, become one with the pain Smell the rotten perfume as flesh turns to ash Not far off there's a picture of the girl of my dreams and it's the only thing I have left I threw away all the rest so when you find what remains On the back, you will see her name She's standing in front of apartment 3c. Location: Auburntown Tennessee There's a tiara on her head, A smile on her lips, a luscious red She's the princess of her home Her beauty alone can melt your bones Though it's a picture you can feel the breeze the sunshine falling through the cracks of hidden leaves now look back towards the ash, can you feel the morbid scene? No this is not a promise, nor a treat Burned alive, turned to scattered mess A picture that had use to be mine now belongs only to time a story with pieces missing watch the news, stare in apathy wonder why things like this are happening Love is the culprit the murder weapon some say suicide is the Cause of Death some try to look into a mind of some lunatic But what if they could have watched as I had ignited the fire, watched the flame placed both feet in, a scream that could have broke glass felt the burning heat, became one with the pain sensed the rotten perfume as my flesh turned to ash? Could have used a gun would have been simple and fast but would not make a metaphor for the agony that lasts This is not a song This is not a poem This is not a thought process - obscured by too much wine It's just a lousy note - that some old bloke has left behind Investigation now, three years closed level of interest has overdosed collapsed from conspiracy bone and dirt in harmony twenty one years, almost twenty two I gave up on everything now there's nothing else to do Love is the culprit that can't be caught Insanity is too to a fault excessively revolt from the notion that it is not Awoke from this a dream just one curse of one hundred thousand other things that have got me stressed but I digress I'm sorry but I'm a slave a slave to the inevitability I'm sorry for the pain the pain that has so cursed me Unbirth, where's my gun? I'll put a bullet through my lungs I need to empty into this brain for the sake of god god I am my own god I must defeat Empty bullets; seized I'm sorry for this morbid scene but don't worry look this is the last chapter in the never ending book a paradox of lies I do not regret that soon I will meet my demise Dreams will become truth love is the culprit for heart abuse that doesn't leave behind evidence of crime and this is not a thought process obscured by too much wine it's just an idle thought sanity and rationality that's come to rot. For years I've felt decay and now is my chance to fade away but I awoke from this a dream and it's all so fucking disturbing