If you want to trade with words and clicks. <br />Go play with some match sticks, and write down every sound you hear. <br />Let it not be filled with lies. <br />I'm not interested in a credit given its due. <br />For promises of those words so versed sounds quite rehearsed. <br />I won't be the one to make you famous. <br />This is not a popularity contest. <br />You must have mistaken me for somebody else. <br />I'm the angel of death. <br />Not a success to write about. <br />So cynical and I can't help it. <br />This is my book of misery. <br />If you don't like it. <br />Please stay out of it. <br />Please don't ask to be invited by some fabricated kindness. <br />I have no time for it. <br />For my life is continuing to fall into so many pieces. <br />And you most certainly can't help from that kind distance. <br />Nor do I want you too. <br />It is never a thought for profit. <br />For me it's only ever a expression of art straight from the heart. <br />Once you realize this, then I might just tell you what I truly like. <br />And if you feel you must you can do the very same. <br />To do it any other way is just playing games. <br />And I don't play with fire. <br />I build it from scratch. <br />From the neck to the head attached. <br />Out my eyes, through my ever moving fingers. <br />Sorry but I know your number. <br />For your not the first one of those kind of singers. <br />Sing a song of a different tune. <br />Paint a portrait not of eye candy, but of substance. <br />Just give me the good stuff because I'm always hungry for more. <br />There is no score board. <br />That was all in your head. <br />Stop believing what they all said. <br />Write with passion not as if its a have to everyday. <br />Like a life sentence of the most monotonous torture. <br />Please don't be another one of those vultures.<br /><br />Ace Of Black Hearts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wrong-kind-of-fire/
