Who Killed the Phoenix?

I died today 
the blood stained the streets, 
I rotted away in the sun 
mangled in a pile. 
I remember it 
The way he shot me in the face 
spit on my back 
and then walked away 
nonchalant and innocent, 
like I had it coming. 
I had it coming; yeah 
I had escaped the dungeon for this. 
I had wrestled with the words long enough 
to die again today 
to long for the cemetery and be placed in the jaws 
of my lonely grave. 

I died today 
the day I was born this morning, 
the sun soaked up the sweat left open my brow 
and the blood drained into the streets 
congealed to dry 
he must have had it coming 
said the officer at the scene of the crime 
and I remember it like it was yesterday 
even though I died tonight. 

I read your words 
and they consumed me 
your craftsmanship evaded my questions 
and this provoked me 
I put the book down and the gun was in my face 
we went outside danced in the lights of the stars and street lights 
and then he shot me 
and I died. 

The pin stripes 
the top hat 
this meant nothing. 
The engagement ring, the letter to myself 
the judgement day should never have looked like this 
and that’s how it happened 
the last dance 
my dieing wish fulfilled 
nothing made sense 
nothing mattered 
no rage. 
 Just sadness 
total oblivion 
he did not know who I am 

I am the phoenix 
I will wake up tomorrow 
and I will be back. 
Choking on the ashes of an unkept promise 
I will be bragging the compromises to you my dear 
I will be throwing the flames from my mouth this time around 
I will be painting memories for us to part 

I died today different from all the others 
but this matters not to me 
with no secrets left to tell. 
I died today 
will die again tomorrow 
I am used to it 
it hurts this way 
but I’m starting not to mind. 

You will die today 
I have learned I will avenge my death 
I have learned to survive 
I have learned to delved deeper into your everyday 
and pull out your soul 
rip it to shreds and gnash my teeth 
tear you to bits 
pull me from you 
pull me from you 
it means nothing 

I'm trying to tell you 
I'm fine today 
but was reborn today 

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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