Phoenix

You may cut off my phalanges, Peel off my skin. You may cast me Into the shades’ den, Leach me down the soil You may strike me off memory; I’ll come— I’ll dart... hop— Just right towards you. I’ll come – visit your nights Like a phantom With scary sockets; A very bleeding sockets. I’ll come, Just for you No! Not to harm you But to tell you That I live. Even if my body is mutilated, My soul is eternal. I’m a Phoenix I’m a phantom who visit dreams Not to kill But to tell you I LIVE Abdul Hakim Genius.