The scar of living

black phoenix

there was only one yesterday,
but before i fell asleep in my nightmares,

there were shadows with no light,
and so the phoenix lost its might,

the sound so vivid it could pierce the deaf,
and so left the tree with no leaf,

the tree made from dry tears,
has its roots way down the ground almost reaching hell with no fears,

the tears that made a sea of pain,
only led to regret with no gain,

as i lay down on the ashes my black phoenix left,
i only see the truth with neglect,

lifes but a living scar,
in the path of healing it goes no far,