Phoenix Caged in Flesh - Gloria Morti

The dread seems eternal

Each dawn mirroring

A paradise for castrated sheep

As if born again

Mind seeks to consciousness

Each and every day

Like a sick little phoenix

Shrouded in darkness

Tailored from the shreds of its wings

Tears fail to smother flames

Of phoenix caged in flesh

Buried alive to this wretched body

Banal days drag onward

A mere withering rose

Reminding of life about to end

A flesh bound phoenix dragging crippled wings

Travel sightless west of Gehenna

The cycle runs endlessly