My words wont bleed
for they used to know how
to cry out chaos
and thoughts so fowl
so evil so tempting
I made death
live in everything
I made life
live in nothing
so my sins
did all my trusting
on staples and nails
dripping death sales
razors and Kleenex
bring me this phoenix
this death of fire
that comes from within
burns me in stashes
till I rise from these ashes
in light I can't see
in dark I can be
in warmth I will burn
when it's cold again, then only, will it be my turn.
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