Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Fire is catching

The fire choked the wood sticks black
Smokey sweeping shadows emerged from the ashes
The smell of rot sinks deep into my skin
Like an everlasting essence that stings me like thrashes

One. Two. Three times a liar
Shame on me twice but the third time inspired
Burn through the pages that speak to my soul
The Phoenix is rising from dust into coal

I know who made me what I am today
And I know what made me who I was back then
Predications are futile when it comes to the flame
This fire is catching and will scorch once again

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