YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE TRUE

KNOWING ME AND KNOWING MY NAME
ARE NOT ONE IN THE SAME...

If one was take their time and peel me down to the core of myself, they'd find out that I'm much more than what most people think or have expected me to be -

I am more eternal fire than wasted water...

I am more destructive wind than useless air...

I am more demonic darkness than angelic light...

And I feel more alone than most anyone else has ever been or and wishes to be...

If one keeps peeling back my layers and finds a pathway, I dare them to take a walkabout on it -
Along the path, they'll be horrified to discover that the humane side of me is nothing more than a wasteland of decaying hopefulness and faith in humanity...
And once one has reached my soul one will sadly discover that it is just a graveyard, where happiness and feelings are buried and where my unforgettable past rises up to haunt me every waking moment of my life -
Nd amongst all the ruins and smoldering ashes one shall soon cross paths with a hopeless cynical romantic survivor, which is me, at the very core of this barely alive shell of a man...

But since no one will ever truly take the time to know that about me, because they refuse to ever venture past the cover of my protective masquerade. And unfortunately, since no one tries to ever truly discover a person's inner self and realize that the most beautiful hearts are the ones who have suffered and endured the most anguishing afflictions and bared them alone and survived through the whole ordeal becoming the rising Phoenix out of the ashes of their echoing painful past...