The lone warrior in the war of roses:
There are some wars–
To fight on my own.
Walls tumbling down,
I am gonna tackle alone.
I bleed rapidly–
To guard the smells of roses,
Long gone.
Heaven crashing–
Approaching doom.
Not too soon?
But I make a room:
One for me and my feelings.
Yes they are important–
And they will be.
They are ever loyal,
Never betray.
All can–
But they–
Won’t ever leave me astray.
Self-obsessed?
Yes that’s good.
At the setting dusk–
The figure in the mirror,
Won’t ever be rude.
Scared of darkness?
I have faced it.
By my soul’s flame..
The world has got lit.
Bleeding elbows, jaws and knees–
Doesn’t bother me anymore.
“The world at my door,
FEAR ME!!!!!
I HAVE SURVIVED:
AS THE LONE WARRIOR.”
– Phoenix
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