I'm like Phoenix in fire
I would sonically get into your life
And leave it as soon as I find there is no appreciation to my burned wings.
I'm Phoenix chained with marriage phobia,
No human can catch me
because I'm such an imaginary,
Forced to breathe in misery reality
But, still Lives in my daydreams.
I'm a bird, you wouldn't ever have, unless I got myself by my own self trapped into your cage.
Though, I rushed into a cage of air,
he didn't even welded it,
but I confined myself anyway.
Hopefully, to be his
in the invisible and intangible life of subconscious and daydreams.
Tragically, I was never real to him. Never existed.
Just a myth he doesn't like
nor its race.
YOU ARE READING
Psychopath.
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