Phoenix

Sigh once again, as you exhale

Stretch out your wings, chipping the shell

Flames are but gone, the nest gets cold

Ashes and smoke; just born, too old

You feel the age, set in the bone

Aeons have gone, more are to come

How many times you’ve lived and died

It starts in flames, it ends in a blaze

Resurrected in the fire

Cinders stain indifferent skies

Cursed by lack of all desires

Nothing appeals the thousandth time

With every death, like sun burnt skin, you’re peeling

Ability to experience feelings

With every birth, indulging more in a treason

Necessity to exist for a reason

Weight of skies on my wings

Feathers caressed by the wind

Weight of skies on my wings

And I feel absolutely nothing

Winters and springs in one concur

And nights and days become a blur

Tired and bored, beyond belief

Including death, there’s no relief

Resurrected in the fire

Numbly waiting for the end

A painful hope for final pyre

Until it starts once again

With every death, like sun burnt skin, you’re peeling

Ability to experience feelings

With every birth, indulging more in a treason

Necessity to exist for a reason

Your broken husk, empty and full of sadness

Catatonic submissive madness

Your dreams of death keep you insane, protected

From painful hope, until resurrected