Phoenix Of My Soul
My mind begins to relapse,
returning to the rage,
that fueled long before.
The darkness I escaped,
I ran like a coward,
I never accepted fact.
These words that I think,
are not the words I speak.
Nail me to the crucifix,
so the world may see.
I am my only Judas,
no one else can I blame.
These sinister things I do,
that leave me all alone.
Becoming memories, to ashes.
From the ashes arise nothing,
no phoenix of my soul.
I'm left all alone to die.
My head fills with visions,
as I long for another day,
I cannot dream any more...
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Synopsis
It's rather amusing how past memories effect you.
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