::: Phoenix :::

[gnutmeg]

there is no fear in death, only living
and lo' to rot when passed away
makes room for further growth
no phoenix from these ashes, but a sapling
sprung green from pain

released from the ecstasy of fear
it is madness
driving onwards beyond capacity
emptied veins are cold city streets
left behind without meaning

intention to kill
to make way for our resurrection
it is lies, just another revolution
when the pen is just a melody
and joy surrenders to yet another god

and these gods that are abandoned
always they circle
swooping down to reclaim the corpses
in order to make room for the decay
picking moral fibre from the bones