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Birthed from Death
Trapped, nails under the bed of my skin
I gasp at the sound of my dreams dying
On withered white lilies.
I am uncut, yet birthed
To my home, no King has made me
I am alone.
Un-abandoned by own decree
I will master my slave like tendencies
And become the angel of death I know to be.
Cursed for life, death of flowing hearts
Fall like rain at my gaze
I am my own demon, my legion of souls
Do my bidding, walls built
Holding back the tide
Of unrelenting love and truth
That whispers my name in my darkest nights.
I will be free to soar on the flames
Of a Phoenix, birthed from death I will
Survive
Alone.
I gasp at the sound of my dreams dying
On withered white lilies.
I am uncut, yet birthed
To my home, no King has made me
I am alone.
Un-abandoned by own decree
I will master my slave like tendencies
And become the angel of death I know to be.
Cursed for life, death of flowing hearts
Fall like rain at my gaze
I am my own demon, my legion of souls
Do my bidding, walls built
Holding back the tide
Of unrelenting love and truth
That whispers my name in my darkest nights.
I will be free to soar on the flames
Of a Phoenix, birthed from death I will
Survive
Alone.
Published 12th Nov 2016
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