Downcast eyes of a stranger walking alone in the world,
they don’t know who he is,
much less do they care.
He could show them his face, look directly into their eyes,
but met only with black,
For you see,
He has no soul, no light, no image behind the empty spaces where eyes should be
as if though life has taken all it’s got out on him
Burst into flames,
rise from the ground,
Like a Phoenix relinquishing its freedom
Watching death
Watching birth
He wonders through the hearts of the unwilling
With empty spaces, where their hopes should be
everything goes black,
as the hearts begin to burn
With Phoenix dying
and Phoenix rising
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Submission Name: Phoenix Dying
