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

Suffer alone

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Doctor Mouse Is In the House

Maybe a Proselyte

© Mama Zen Photography

Maybe I'm just moonstruck

but the color of your eyes could inspire a religion

and I could write a hymn

to every laugh line when you smile

Maybe it's just the moonlight

that has softened our faces

and given us a glow

but when I'm with you I feel like I'm still a kid

Maybe it makes dogs howl like wolves

Maybe it unites lovers

Maybe it incites lunacy

Maybe it's just a moon

but when I feel my heart race like this

I am a proselyte.

submitted for Sunday Challenge, featuring Mama Zen, at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads