#phoenix#
Callous you might call me with the nakedness of my soul displaying by aptitude
Drenched in your blood like the unknown devil by the tomb side
Can I be taken nostalgically to the steps taken outside the restaurant?
To your life at first in sight I grabbed like a glued cobweb, though tiny
The heart whistled silently in joy with the serene of the environment in a gulp
The millisecond it took...