I was living my life

I thought

and like the slow movement of the continents

it suddenly surprised me

I was the prey in the claw of the Phoenix

as we swooped in to the flames

he nibbled at my thoughts

as we roasted

my words melted though his skin

why me?

what honor dishonor dids't I begot 

this future wrought not

a quite sort of guy

whose candle burneth beneath the shadows

I struggle, wrench and moan

I do not deserve this

I did not ask for this

I am not prepared for this



It whispers in my ear,

"Did you know the sun records

your thoughts on the wind upon which I sail.

I know what is inside you

and have brought you here to feel the desire

and burn away your chameleon skin.

Mourn for your actions and your inactions.

Rest in the ashes of memory awhile

then arise through the power of your will

transformed, tempered, and alive"



it is hot and the chill of an empty heart

does not refresh

I am thirsty but the tears

do not quench

I am pain but the screams

do not relieve

I am alone swimming in a ocean of souls







you bring me to my death

so I might live again

what wisdom have I to choose

the agony of the flames

or the birth of knowledge, courage, action

death or deed

I am unable to choose

You carried me here

will you not take me with you

when you leave?



"It is not I that will leave without you.

For you are the only one capable to leave.

If you desire it.

Will you not take me?

Will you not renew?

Leave all your troubles and woes here

gather the possessions of your heart

spread out your wings of desire

rise upon the vapors of heat

and listen to the wind."