Sleeping but not dreaming,dreaming but not asleep, silently screaming and gasping for air.
Living but not alive, dead but not gone, stumbling in the dark, not knowing why or how, trying to find a way out, drowning in red, brown, clear and green happiness.
Drifting hours and days, the sun has lost it’s shine, the moon it’s pull.
Fire raging within and without, refining this broken and raw clay, the dreams of the past haunting, the greatest nightmares now reality.
As the phoenix rises from the ashes of death, it becomes beautiful and strong. Life is a sad but sometimes beautiful song.
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