Burning

My heart is burning, my bones, fragile;

I feel them breaking apart, demanding freedom .

The breaking is soft, slow, painful, agonizing… delightful?

For I prefer dying than cowardly giving myself to the tyranny of

society and its unconventional norms. I prefer losing my soul to Hades

than conforming to them who demand justice,

yet go behind the walls of Greece like the carnivorous Sphinx

devouring the lifeless corpses of the ignorant and naive.

They forgot that those corpses were the ones that gave them

power and brought them light in darkness; they forgot who they

were and from where they came; they forgot their humanity

 in the process of becoming aristocrats.

Bad seeds that pollute the Earth!

Disgraceful individuals who only seek your own fortune,

I wash my hands from your tyranny;

I would not hold myself accountable for the blood

of the innocent, nor the fall of the empire;

 I am innocent and as an innocent being I will die

facing the light. But you my fellow friends;

 my disciples remember that a life in chains is no life.

 A life without choices and in repression is

worse than death itself, as death is the path to freedom.

I wait your arrival at the Elysian Fields.