Kerosene

Transparency never suited you well, still

You dress in the emperor's new clothes

Pray they'll never see, I see too much

Buried beneath, misguided intentions carry heat

To the furnace, a vortex of fire

I have earned my sight, my pyre

The light that blinds these miles to my destination

And shows me everything, these petty transactions

Hive mind conventions, as long as I've been fighting

Why ask me to quell my dissent

To shelter myself from consequence

To press the safety before I pull the trigger

To extend anything less than a closed fist

Speak of betrayal, this final nail in the coffin

How could any claim to know what lies

At the core of the fire, when they've yet to cross

The perimeter, instead they stand outside and pray

I'll play at the edge, that they may catch a glimpse

The mind of a madman, the lines of the last act

The villain will win in the end, this still photography world

Can't catch my movement, can't latch on to my flesh

I am unbound, unsound, unaddressable by these

Simple tactics, your cursory glance into

The art of war, has you playing chess with a master

Who needs no pawn, to take the king

Who needs no thrall to lead

Just me, the same murderous thoughts that haunt your dreams

Transparency never suited you well, though

There is no cover from those that see all

And the fire that burns in me, eternal

Will expose these internal workings, these cogs in the machine

Who claim to know my world, while spinning fervently

In place, these petty accusations disgrace

The pedestal I asked you stand on, the pooled revelations

I drink from, if you dare take a glass

Don't forget the chaser.