Pheonix

There's a feeling of fullness
Yet a feeling of hope
Been inside pain, yet outside of my shame
So I suppose you could call it a blessing,
for as the shell burns the pheonix is reborn

I am to be that pheonix
The color of all consciousness
I am to be that helix
The one that will supersede this
False idea that is my current self

Sparse bleed of
My current's health
Speaks to you now

So you see where I'm at...

Now the metallic hue is being embalmed from deep within

Now the groveling rue will be rescind in midst of our hymn...

So I give you this offering as it persists;
My shadow queen whose grace leaves me in a stupor
Who I worship so as to be given mercy
And a pity iota of her great wisdom and healing

A shadow queen of multitude of eyes
Here together yet never told whether the idea will ever materialize
When she finally returns to forever