Dead Man's Book of Journey part II : Story of a Heartless

Just a while ago
thought I looked at the mirror, I saw a gentle man staring at me..

his eyes filled up with hope
he smiled at me like it's been so long for him
longing to see his beloved one

I felt warmth
I felt innocence
I felt a sincere heart
I felt a kindness, few of those which really exists at such age

but sure the clock ticks way too fast..

the next time I looked into the mirror, I thought my heart would jump out of my chest..

I saw the devil
not a man nor even a woman
a figure in black
with a scar run across the face
and the tip of its long red tongue lightly bitten between the teeth
smiled, no.. it was a grin

the eyes filled with hatred, burning inside a murderous intent..
says nothing but its will
to put a sad end
for the rest of the world

what was that?
where had the man gone?
where was the sincerity and all good things in him?

so then I was looking again at the mirror
might an answer be written there

but all that I could see
was just nothing
yeah, I saw nothing
a depth of nothingness
no one has ever reached

what was that again?
where had everything gone?

I couldn't find the answer in the mirror
I couldn't find one in the wind
then I asked the time, as he keeps truth sealed in his journey..

though the price wasn't so cheap, the time finally answered me..
I was told a story from hundreds of year behind us

there was this man, known of his possession of kindness, caring, and loving heart..

life was like a summer
where flowers blooming
and the skies were blue
and the rainbow was seven in color
and the wind of the night whispers love into everyone's heart

then there was this rose, a wild red, one of the most beautiful of all..
spreading the heavenly scent at the best time of its life..

the man was so into the flower
he gave up his everything
to keep the wild in red
so he can always have the scent
one that he thought everlasting

until he discovered
the wild red has its thorn
those which would always leave wounds
in anyone when they are too much close

and the man did hurt
by the beauty and the lies
by the wild red and the thorn

then time painted the skies dark
time drawn the rainbow black
as the man thrown up his heart
all kindness and affection
flown in the wind of the cold winter nights

the man felt alive no more
without his heart, he sat on the throne of the other side
as he transcended into one the god hates the most
the devil, a heartless divine
with his color, black
he'd feed the gloomy nights
with dark thoughts
wicked intentions
he'd fill into any lonely heart
hatred, lust, selfishness..

he'd keep away all living thoughts from love
he'd save his fellows from the wild red
so that none would be harmed by its thorn
he'd invite every harmed one
to throw away their hearts, their emotions
just like he did

so that one day, earth would be covered in black, like the color he prefers to paint
that the only thing which exist
would be nothing
nothing
nothing
a depth of nothingness

just like what I see in the mirror just now..