Catching the Phoenix

The Phoenix will always rise from the ashes. Rebirth is in their blood. Flowing freely from the veins of freedom.

 

It’s intoxicating,...

Makes everything in it’s path follow it’s flame. It’s easy as breathing. Natural as a newborn cry. The draw to her was like siren to a ship of hopeless sailors. Pleasure from the pain she gives.

 

The Phoenix doesn’t know how it hurts people. It doesn’t care. Only freely moves around, breaking from any chains. It’s part in the circle of life is to be the untouchable. The unachievable dream.

 

It doesn’t realize that it burns the fools it comes in contact with

 

Burns right through the soul...

leaving nothing but a black hollow hole behind, not even ashes.

The only thing left from being pillaged is the hollow shell of the person you once were.

 

Though I wouldn’t trade this pain for anything because it’s proof

I loved and I lived.

Her flame will continue to burn

She will keep moving on

I stay here

 

I can’t say a bad word about her.

I still love her

I will always love her

My feelings will always stay with me.

 

Her wings of beguiling will whip more clowns into her nest

I don’t pity them in fact I’m envious of them

To be in that place is once in a lifetime chance

She chooses whose life she will make with her presence

 


Love can be the wish come true

The wish, a miraculous miracle that makes a boy turn into a man.

The sweet suffering that comes with finding this fantasy.

 

When everything around you is unclear vapor of unjust and the only light you have to stumble toward is one thing that in the end is only a hallucination in the smoke.

Your fist grabs only smoke nothing more.
It’s easier to catching fire then trying to catch the Phoenix, you’ll left but nothing but the burn  

Not even a feather to remember she was real

 

If you ever come across true happiness such as I and the Phoenix.

Fair warning no one can survive within the sun of pure joy.

Pure joy only lasts for a short time and the light goes away

All at once

Darkness of black crumbling around you

Left with the empty cold reality you once called home.

 

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