Monday, 1 July 2013

The Reborn; Phoenix

by Tim


Twisted dreams. Compartmental-ism.
It's always the same; Good vs Evil.
Day one: Fine. Day two: Less Divine.
Please! I beg, let me escape; Upheaval.

Distorted thoughts, where I find bliss.
Is all this real? Maybe just somewhat?
In the distance. Light. Within the night.
Kneeling down in prayer. I am begot.

Raised from the ashes, of the past.
Like phoenix. Another chance; given.
Re-born, Re-made. Yet now unadorn.
For happiness, I am forever driven.   
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