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Memoirs of a Pyro-Maniac
Contributed by
Vermillion
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Thursday, 9th June 2005 @ 05:53:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
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*Authors Notes*
ok i wrote a poem several years ago called "fire walker" about a boy obsessed with fire. well a few years later i worked this same charector into my asylum high stories and dubbed him "pyro pete" well i felt i wanted to give him a much bigger role in the asylum high and children of anti-christ stories so i wrote "Blaze" and what im posting here is both blaze and fire walker.altho fire walker was written in all caps i much appolgize for that. but i wanted to show the original and morern version of his tale. all comments appreciated!
Blaze (memoirs of a pyro-maniac)
Crimson Overture
dancing spirits of legends told
dancing spirits,ghosts made of gold
watched in amaze,watched in a daze
allow me to introduce myself,i am Edward Blaze
A noose made of smoke
first it started as small
but thru the darkness i can see it call
little fires here and there
light the fires without a care
til one day i started a fire in an abandoned shed
i got out in time,im glad i didnt wind up dead
my parents knew what i did,but i was just a kid
and thats how it all begins
Spark of life...and death
i gotta spark,deep in my heart
it warms my nights in the scary dark
dont pass the blame,and say "insane"
after all father,we share the same last name
watch your words mother,the flame is my mental lover
maybe tonight we will make you suffer
smothered...
turn on the gas from the oven,feel my heart a runnin
after this you both will be nothing
start a fire at the front door,burn you ***** whores!
burn until you are nothing more
The chains of Mr.Blaze
looks like i got caught
the fires were burning hot
thrown down to the ground in chains
the judge and jury
were in such a hurry
to convict and dismiss this boy thats "clearly insane"
to some jail?
to a dank cell?
or do you have somewhere else in mind?
"theres something new"
said the boy in blue
were taking you to a new institute on a mountain high
Rubber room school
here i sit,in my brand new home
medicate me and leave me alone
everyone is near my age,in this infinite cage
the darkwater runs and it washes away
is it a school,is it a prison?
my eyes look at it as a colorful prism
i gotta get out,i gotta get free
golden spirits is what i need
Scarred for life
i stole a lighter from one of the guards
turned it on to the rubber room walls
the fire burned a hole to what i thought was sure freedom
the spirits of gold came up in what seemed like legions
i tried to pass thru only to be burned alive
the flame,my only friend wanted to see me die...
i laid in a plastic tube for what seemed like weeks
alot of time of self reflection to find the answers i seek
i went in a pretty face boy,to the world i was blind
i arise a scarred forsaken man with madness on his mind...
The masked massacre
well im the pyro-maniac master,my name is Blaze
im a flame throwing sharp shooter all hell screams my name
the souls fly like fire flies in a glass jar im stealing
the blood flows like wine from the victims im killing
the doctors and nurses i got my sights set on you
all i needed was a riot and that came true
all it took was one madman to break loose of his chains
and this is what you **** get for calling me "insane"
im gonna jam a propane tube right down your throat
and cut open your belly,so deep ill see the gas smoke
jam live electrical wire inside your steaming wound
watch you explode,flaming entrails is now your forgotten tomb
this darkwater massacre is genocide where only the insane will be saved
i set back and watch this hell hole go up in a,bright,burning,sadistic,crimson,beautiful BLAZE!
FIRE WALKER
I WAS LIKE THIS AS A CHILD,LIKE THIS AS OLD
I LOVED TO SEE THE DANCING OF SPIRITS OF GOLD
THEY MOVE IN WAVES AND TELL ME STORIES
THEY WOULD LIGHT UP MY NIGHT AND WAKE ME IN THE MORNING
TO WATCH THEM DANCE ON THE FLOOR IS WHERE IT BEGINS
BUT THEY ENDED DANCING ON PEOPLES SKIN
IT WASN’T MY FAULT I DIDN’T MEAN TO LET THEM LOOSE
BUT WITH THEIR SMOKE I MADE MY NOOSE
KIDNAPPED MY MIND AND MY FOCUS
I WATCH THEM DESTROY MUCH LIKE HUNGRY LOCUS
IT REMINDS ME OF HUMANS,USE IT ALL UP AND LEAVE
LEAVING THEIR VICTIMS WITH EMBERS TO GRIEVE
THE HEAT IS INTENSE,AND THE SIGHT IS THE SAME
THE FIRE IN MY SOUL IS MUCH LIKE THE FLAME
BURNING GREATLY ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS BUT THERES THAT SINGLE LIGHT
IT STANDS OUT FROM THE REST,BLINDING MY EYES
BUT THE JOY I HEAR IS THE SOUND OF THEIR BABY'S CRIES
IT STARTED IN THE BASEMENT AND MOVED UP TO THE ATTIC
IT CONSUMED PRICELESS MEMORIES BUT IT MADE NO RACKET
MY LOVE IS THE FLAME THE FLAME IS MY LOVE
IT GOT MY FAMILY WITH A SINGLE HUG
THE DOCTORS TRIED TO HELP BUT NO ONE UNDERSTANDS
THE SPIRITS OF THE LIGHT CONTROL THIS MAN
THEY GAVE ME PILLS TO KEEP MY MIND FROM SOARING
TAKE TWO AND CALL ME IN THE MORNING
THEY SEE ME AND TOUCH ME LOVE ME AND TRUST ME
I EMBRACE THESE FOR YOU SEE THEY CARE WHEN I BLEED
DO YOU LOVE THEM,DO YOU HATE THEM WHEN THEY DANCE FOR YOU
A DEADLY DANCE OF DOOM FOR YOU THAT TELLS THE TRUTH
THEY LOCK ME INSIDE BOUNDED BY STRAPS AND WHITE WALLS
BUT THIS RUBBER PRISON WONT HOLD ME FOR LONG
MOMMY AND DADDY TURN OFF THE LIGHT AND IM SCARED OF THE DARK
SO WHAT TAKES AWAY MY FEARS IS MY FRIEND THE SPARK
IT STARTS AS A SPECK BUT TURNS INTO A FIGURE
I SAW HIS BROTHERS WHEN I PULLED THE TRIGGER
(FIRE TO BOY)
COME LISTEN TO ME AND ILL TELL YOU A STORY
ABOUT FOOLISH MORTALS WHO LIVE ONLY FOR GLORY
I AM THE TRUE IMMORTAL A PHOENIX TIMES TEN
I'VE DIED A MILLION TIMES BUT I ALWAYS COME BACK AGAIN
MY POWER STRETCHES TO THE FAREST REACHES
I ATTACH MYSELF TO ANYTHING AND SUCK ITS LIFE LIKE LEECHES
I AM A GOD AND A HELL ALL IN ONE
THE WIND IS MY BROTHER AND THE EARTH IS MY SON
YOU RELEASE ME AND DO IT SO KIND HEARTED
BUT BABY YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU STARTED
YOU THINK YOU HAVE CONTROL,YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHATS WHAT
HAHA BUDDY YOU DONT KNOW NOTHING AND THATS JUST YOUR LUCK
LIKE A VAMPIRE I MOVE PLACE TO PLACE AND SUCK IT ALL UP
IT TAKES A BILLION TONES OF FLESH JUST TO FILL MY CUP
(DOCTORS TO BOY)
MY SON WE DONT UNDERSTAND WHATS WRONG WITH YOU
DO YOU CRAVE ATTENTION?WHAT DID YOUR PARENTS PUT YOU THROUGH?
OUR RECORDS SHOW THAT YOUR MENTALLY INSANE
BUT WE THINK WE CAN SAVE YOU BY PUTTING YOU THROUGH MIND GAMES
DID YOU GET PICKED ON AT SCHOOL? DID YOUR CRUSH TURN YOU DOWN?
WELL WE'LL PUT YOU IN A CAGE AND MAKE YOU GO ROUND AND ROUND
WE'LL POKE YOU WITH STICKS,WE'LL CUT OPEN YOUR HEAD
THE BURNS ON YOUR BACK HAVE TURNED A CRIMSON RED
WRITE DOWN SOME RECORDS,PUT HIM TO THE TEST
TORTURE HIM,HURT HIM,BURN HIM,UNTIL HE WILL CONFESS
WRITE DOWN SOME RECORDS,AND TAKE SOME MORE BLOOD
TAKE AWAY HIS FREEDOM,RIGHTS,PRIVILEGES AND TAKE AWAY HIS LOVE
STICK THE NEEDLE THERE AND PUMP THE FLUIDS IN HERE
FIND OUT WHAT MAKES HIM HAPPY,SAD,ANGRY AND WHAT ALL HE FEARS
WE'LL USE IT AGAINST HIM AND MAKE HIM TELL OUR TRUTH
HE COMMITTED THE MURDERS AND THE SMOKE IS HIS NOOSE
LAY HIM ON THE BED AND POKE AT HIS HEAD
PUT A MATCH IN FRONT OF HIM AND SWEAT HE WILL SHED
WIRES AND TUBES NEEDLES AND PINS
YOUR A PYROMANIAC SO LET US BEGIN
WRITE DOWN SOME RECORDS,PUT HIM TO THE TEST
TORTURE HIM,HURT HIM,BURN HIM,UNTIL HE WILL CONFESS
WRITE DOWN SOME RECORDS,AND TAKE SOME MORE BLOOD
TAKE AWAY HIS FREEDOM,RIGHTS,PRIVILEGES AND TAKE AWAY HIS LOVE
(BOY TO DOCTORS)
STOP TOUCHING ME AND LEAVE ME ALONE
IM NOT YOUR PUPPET AND IM NOT YOUR DRONE
I DONT HAVE TO TELL YOU WHY I DID WHAT I DID
I DID IT AND THATS ALL,THEY DIDNT DESERVE TO LIVE
YOU CAN TAKE AWAY MY FREEDOM,WELL TAKE AWAY MY PAIN
YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE AN ANIMAL JUST SO SOMEONE WILL TAKE THE BLAME
THE SPIRIT DANCERS TOLD ME TO DO IT,YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
IF ITS A SCAPEGOAT YOU NEED THEN IM NOT YOU MAN
(BOY TO FIRE)
YOUR MY ONLY FRIEND,THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS ME
NOW I NEED YOU MORE,TO PLEASE SET ME FREE
I WANT YOU TO EMBODY ME WITH YOUR WISDOM AND MIND
MAKE ME ONE WITH YOU AS I PUT MY LIFE ON THE LINE
I TRUST YOU OLD FRIEND PLEASE DONT TAKE MY LIFE
BURN DOWN MY WALLS AND SET ME FREE INTO THE NIGHT
THE SPARK FLIES AND TURNS INTO A FIGURE YET AGAIN
IT TAKES ME BACK TO THE TIMES WHEN IT FIRST BEGAN
IT STANDS BEFORE ME AND ITS NOT MUCH OF A TALKER
IT SAYS ONLY ONE THING "YOU ARE THE FIRE WALKER"
SO I WALK TO IT AND WALK DOWN THE PATH TO MY ESCAPE
BUT WAIT,IM CAUGHT,ITS JUST ANOTHER WALL I THOUGHT IT WAS A GATE
OLD FRIEND YOU ARE HURTING ME,IT BURNS! IT BURNS!
NOW I KNOW HOW MY FAMILY FELT,THIS IS A LESSON I HAVE LEARNED
(FIRE TO BOY)
YOU POOR FOOL YOU WERE NEVER MY FRIEND
YOU THINK ID LOVE A MORTAL,HAHA TO ME THATS A SIN
NEVER TRUST ANYONE IS THE LESSON YOU'VE LEARNED
WHEN YOU PLAY WITH FIRE YOUR GONNA GET BURNED
I EAT YOU TO PIECES,SUCK YOUR BLOOD RIGHT UP
BUT IM NOT SATISFIED NOT ENOUGH FLESH FOR MY CUP
THERES ALWAYS SOMEONE NEXT,TIME IS ALWAYS TICKIN
COULD YOU BE NEXT IN LINE?COULD YOU BE MY NEXT VICTIM?
(BOY TO ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN)
I WAS BORN IN A SMALL TOWN CLOSE TO THE CAPITOL OF ARIZONIA.I HAVE A NAME ITS "EDWARD BLAZE FOSTER".I AM 16 TURNING 17 IN JUNE IF I CAN LIVE TO SEE JUNE.ALL MY LIFE I WAS ALWAYS FASCINATED WITH FIRES THE LOOK,THE SMELL,THE FEELING, EVERYTHING.ONE DAY I WENT TO AN ABANDONED TRAILER NOT TOO FAR FROM MY HOUSE I SAT INSIDE AND PLAYED WITH MATCHES UNTIL I CAUGHT THE RUG ON FIRE AND HAD TO RUN OUT OF THE HOUSE TO ESCAPE THE CHOKING SMOKE. BY THE TIME THE FIREMEN HAD ARRIVED THE FIRE ALREADY CONSUMED ALL OF THE RUN DOWN HOUSE.I WAS NEVER CAUGHT BUT MY FAMILY KNEW WHAT I HAD DONE.
I COULD NO LONGER STAND THEM YELLING AND SCREAMING AT ME.SO ONE DAY WHILE THEY WERE SLEEPING I WENT DOWN TO THE BASMENT AND TURNED ON THE GAS WENT UP TO THE KITCHEN FOR A FEW MINUTES GRABBED A NEWSPAPER SET IT ON FIRE AND THREW IT DOWN TO THE GAS FILLED BASEMENT. I RAN VERY FAST BARELY ESCAPING THE FLAMES I JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW AND WATCHED ALL MY MEMORIES GO UP IN FLAMES.
THIS TIME THE COPS DID CATCH ME AND SENT ME TO JUVENILE JAIL WHERE I WOULD SEE A THERAPIST 3 TIMES A WEEK.THEY WOULD ASK ME QUESTIONS OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL THEY PUSHED ME TOO FAR AND I TRIED TO KILL ONE OF THE GUARDS THAT WORKED THERE.THEY THEN SENT ME TO A ASYLUM AND LOCKED ME UP FOR GOOD THEY THOUGHT THIS TIME.BUT THERE IS NO PLACE THAT CAN HOLD SOMEONE LIKE ME,WELL AT LEAST THATS WHAT I THOUGHT AT FIRST.
MY PLANS WERE TO USE THE LIGHTER I STOLE FROM A DOCTOR WHO WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR GIVING ME MY MEDICATION. I EASILY GOT FREE OF MY STRAIGHT JACKET AND SET THE RUBBER WALLS ON FIRE.BUT THIS TIME IT WAS ALMOST LIKE THE FIRE WAS CALLING OUT TO ME.I HAD ALWAYS FELT LIKE IT KNEW HOW I FELT AND COULD READ MY MIND BUT NEVER ANYTHING LIKE THIS.
BEFORE THE SECURITY COULD BREAK DOWN THE DOOR I STEPPED INTO THE FIRE AND WAS CONSUMED BY IT JUST LIKE MY MOTHER AND FATHER WAS.I LEARNED THEN THAT FIRE DOES HAVE A SOUL ALL ITS OWN.IT THINKS,IT FEELS,IT KNOWS YOUR VERY THOUGHTS AND ITS ONLY HAPPY WHEN ITS FED.
THE END
BY
BILLY BLEVINS
FIRE WALKER!
HE STALKS THE NIGHT,YEA HES BURNIN BRIGHT
TONIGHT,TONIGHT
FIRE WALKER!
THE SNAKE COILS,AND HIS BLOOD BOILS
TONIGHT,TONIGHT
FIRE WALKER!
THE SWEAT BREAKS ON HIS BROW AS HE TAKES HIS FINAL BOW
TONIGHT,TONIGHT
TONIGHT!
Copyright ©
Vermillion
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Re: Memoirs of a Pyro-Maniac
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 9th June 2005 @ 07:03:18 PM AEST
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YES!!! BURN BABY BURN!! BURN!! BUUURRRNNN!!!!!!!
This F-in' ROCKS!!! |
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Re: Memoirs of a Pyro-Maniac
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by assassinatorgirl on
Tuesday, 29th November 2005 @ 09:50:24 PM AEST
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| that was awesome! i love all your asylum high writes :) this was just amazing. |
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