Dying in Vain

The phonix

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Licks the edges of insanity
Lightness overtakes humitity
Wings pounds
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The blue summer sky
Flame trailing behind its
Tail
The black eyes
Ignite
Its purpose
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Against the winds of the ages
Cawing
Its claws
Elongate
Into the bright summer
Wings heighten
Tassels on its head lift
Up
Beak
Opens
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Licks the heavens
Batting of wings
Pound the summer
Sky
Suddenly
It stops
And
Then
It drops
Like a parachute it falls
Then lands swiftly on its prey
Gripping it with iron fists
And claws raking across
Sensitive skin
White luscious
Skin
Covered in red marks
Of torture
Pale head
Screams
Hair catches on sharp blades
Red
Drops
Fall
Into Neptune's sea
Of blood
Ink runs down in streams
And then
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You are dropped
Landed in softness
Cottons rub softly
Against vulnerable skin
Straw
Scratches
And twist
Darkness falls
Beaks peck you
Drawing blood
And causing
Gut wrenching
Pain
Silence
Then
Razor blades
Rake across soft skin
Multiply
Multiply
You faint to blackness
As the flame
Of the phonix
Eats
You
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