The Mystery Me

Inner feeling, a private matter in the time of today, yet so strong.
        Anger so loud, so physical, and pain so hard.
       Accusations have become the center of relations.
               Death has become the meaning of life.

          Rights given then taken, never given again.
    The world believes they can read private thoughts,
                     yet nobody knows me.

          My loving, inteligent self goes unnoticed.
 
                   Private my public words are.
              I end the mystery, or should I not?
             Awaken the dead loving, smart man?
                In dark times, order will dissolve.

                Dissolve the freedoms of good,
               entering the hardest times of all.
               Pressed on my heart, breaking it.
             Really into my love then, long ago.
                End to my heart, ability to love,
            started when they left, and left again.
               Stranded my heart on volcanic soil.
                   End all, meet the god of death.
                        Dead hearts find no life.

                  Quality of mind, like heart, when alone.
                      Under the dictator, father Alaster.
           Enter the adventure of life as a frightened mouse.
                        Stay not for the loud words.
                            Time I go, forever now.

                      The world must face the real me.