Sigh once again, as you exhale Stretch out your wings, chipping the shell Flames are but gone, the nest gets cold Ashes and smoke; just born, too old You feel the age, set in the bone Aeons have gone, more are to come How many times you’ve lived and died It starts in flames, it ends in a blaze Resurrected in the fire Cinders stain indifferent skies Cursed by lack of all desires Nothing appeals the thousandth time With every death, like sun burnt skin, you’re peeling Ability to experience feelings With every birth, indulging more in a treason Necessity to exist for a reason Weight of skies on my wings Feathers caressed by the wind Weight of skies on my wings And I feel absolutely nothing Winters and springs in one concur And nights and days become a blur Tired and bored, beyond belief Including death, there’s no relief Resurrected in the fire Numbly waiting for the end A painful hope for final pyre Until it starts once again With every death, like sun burnt skin, you’re peeling Ability to experience feelings With every birth, indulging more in a treason Necessity to exist for a reason Your broken husk, empty and full of sadness Catatonic submissive madness Your dreams of death keep you insane, protected From painful hope, until resurrected