To Ashes

Pick up the pen and bleed.

These days, I'm not sure exactly what that means

I feel like I've bled it all away.

What was once good and bright now remains in ashes

The fire that kissed the sweet song of the soul grew too hot

I looked to you to stay within my arms. I saw your smile and felt that it was mine

Caught to unaware in the promise of your lips

You weren't burning to the same tune.

Scars will heal.

Breaks will mend

But burns... burns are the irremovable wound.

I never was an easy person, but then I never claimed to be

Bred of passion, born of fire, fed on intensity.

I will not waiver I will not falter. I will not take a knee.

Mock me, taunt me, hold me down for if any of you let me up, that mistake will be your last.

I will win

Hold it together. Control your anger, and promise pain.

Words to keep me strong, arms to keep me safe, fists to keep them warned.

When all the world is dust and ashes, the Phoenix then rises.

Maybe then the Lion is not the beast that rules his kingdom.

Perhaps the Lion has become the bird that will burn away the world.