Tonight, I bury myself in the ashes of my past,
As I fear the spells (on my dreams) they cast,
Of agony and misery they speak vast,
And I hate to wake up as an outcast.
My Old self is dead and gone,
As I seek a new world yet meek to be born,
The Pheonix waits to rise from the ashes at dawn,
When my life moves at the pace of a pawn.
What’s life when my dreams have drained,
When burning drops it rained,
Chains bound on my legs remained,
And what I yearned never I gained.
If tomorrow comes dark and dusty,
And the paths remain twisty,
Will my eyes wake up misty ?
Will my soul embrace the future so gusty ?
And will my vile heart beat anymore, rusty ?