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Eroding like the phoenix. The rage inside me burns. I've taken my oasis and made it this desert. Vultures flying, gliding, biting. Ruin what I have. A skeleton, hollowed out. The outline of a man. Emotions wander to the top. Like a submerged spring. Only to evaporate, steam in heat so blistering. For as long as I can remember. Feels like I've been throwing rocks. On the fire. Lying and denying. Doing what I can. Just to keep this dim light shining. I guess its true what they say. Some coal will never be diamonds. The emptiness. True happiness. I was only given a taste. Until the pollen poison chosen to devasttate. As far as the smile that graced my face. Again, the mirage. Your ugly hand erased. This land arid I wander offers me no cure. So through the harrenness I must endure. I'm now a mosic of my broken portrait and no one but myself to blame for it. Looking out over the overcast and bleak. I know not what I seek. But the coxcomb forms only to break. As I stagger into red From Letras Mania