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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, September 8, 2013

No Phoenix

inkblot by lolamouse


You love the exits
Dramatic flair
I have to watch them
Pretend I care
I’m tired of playing
the audience
Waiting for the
Next big entrance

You are no Phoenix
You’ve just been burned
You lie in ashes
The pain unearned
So brush yourself off
It’s time you learned
There is no rebirth
Though you may yearn

The star performer
And now I see
You love your mirror
Much more than me
So take your bow and
Walk off the stage
Proselytes waiting
You’re all the rage

But you’re no martyr
You have no cause
You show your scars off
To gain applause
You claim redemption 
but that's untrue
There is no savior
There's only you

You are no Jesus
You’re just a man
Bloody and beaten
Please understand
This ground's not sacred
Not holy land
No Second Coming
No God's command

You are no Jesus
And I’m no whore
You cannot save me
Not any more
You are no king so
Get off your throne
You want to suffer