Phoenix
Far below and sinking so above my end
It’s hard to be back here in Phoenix again
The ambience of this air touches rougher here as far as I’ve known
In this infected place where my lingering wounds no longer stay sewn
These old tattered clouds cleave into my gloom
Sending me an invitation to a tomb
I once slept in for years
There is still bloody tears
Stained on the dry desert floor
It’s hard to be in Phoenix anymore
Dare I tell you how long I’ve dragged through this desert hell?
It started in only a drawn-out minute, just a minute
That minute evolved into multiple minutes
Those minutes multiplied to countless hours
Countless hours faded into shrouded days
Shrouded days became beclouded weeks
Beclouded weeks turned to decrepit months
Decrepit months sickened to timeless years
And the years, well I lost track of the years
Misery grew inside of me like a wretched tumor
Until finally, it came bursting through my seams
A waterfall of time poured out of my eyelids
And my ears and my mouth and my nose like a garden hose left forgotten
Until a lake formed in the dry, cracked desert set out before me
So naturally, I jumped in
Desperate to get out of this crushing heat
That I've been suffocating in since I was a child
As above and far below my friends
It’s deadly to be here in Phoenix again.
Copyright © Rusted Dream | Year Posted 2013
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