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[sid] => 97456
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Memoirs of a Pyro-Maniac
[time] => 2005-06-09 17:53:35
[hometext] => ~He stalks the night,yea hes burning bright tonight~
[bodytext] => *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! 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