The Phoenix-My DefinitionA mythical bird that never dies, the phoenix flies far ahead to the front, always scanning the landscape and distant space. It represents our capacity for vision, for collecting sensory information about our environment and the events unfolding within it. The phoenix, with its great beauty, creates intense excitement and deathless inspiration.
Society SucksIncoherant thoughtsWeighted spiritsSo many decisionsNever enough timeTrapped in a time bomb and the clock's running downWhere is my release?Where's my sanity when I need it most?Who can I run to when life seems unbearable?No one.Because they all feel like I do.We are all the same.Different piles, but the same stench of apathy.No matter how you try to mask it, the smell remains.It soaksinto your pours til it is all you become.The only cause we care for is our own.We're just your average proletarians,Indifference our blinders, our existance.Insanity is my saviour, because even a fragmented mind can feel something.Better than nothing.Better than trying so hard and never enjoying the fruits of labour.Always just scraping by.Better than the pain of knowing how numb you are, and not knowing how to unfreeze yourself.Can you see me?Will somebody please catch me?.....that's what I thought
Immerciful SleepI hide my tears behind a plastic smile,I'm only going to live for a short while.Along with these pills I swallow my pride,death train comes, I go along for a ride.I lay down on my blackened bed,by morning hopefully I'll be dead.They all thought I was in deep sleep,now that they've noticed they sadly weep.Isn't there suppose to be bright lights I walk to?I only see this dark hole I fall through.Family and friends all mourne at my wake,Dear Satan, my soul is yours to take.Down I go into the ground,You see even with out me, the world still goes 'round.One year since it happend, my bodies now rotten,gladly now I am forgotten