Cry Of The Phoenix

People talk; People mock

Their hungry treacherous eyes

Devour all of your flaws

They pounce your vulnerable soul

Under the candle of norm

Like a bitter balm you would suppose

They are to heal your confessed woes

But when actually they wait

While in anticipation they hate

People talk; People mock

And then they gather like sheep

A flock of actual wolves in disguise

Cloaked in their patronizing veils

Their voices saturated of honey whole

But with a stench of ginger foul

They proceed to greet your fears with mirth

And extinguish your hopes with mere words

People talk; People mock

They play your confidante

And bestow an empathetic ear

When actually they prepare to feast

On your confessions fragile and weak

They then string your hushed words

Around their neck like a swirl of pearls

Flaunted to the world in cruel narration

Another morsel of ruin to your devastation

People talk; people mock

Oh how they slander

Oh how they defame

Their lethal tongues

And acrid words

Have left me afraid

My back is sorely injured

By the knives of these wicked traitors

Who've stabbed my timid soul

And murdered the love they stole

People talk; people mock

Betrayal has pinned down these arms

That once embraced those impostors for friends

Harsh whispers to eager wicked ears

Have left me at a broken bitter end

My spirit that once radiated vitality

Is now a subject of malicious pity

While my life the portrait of summer

Is now beginning to fade I discover

For Oh Destiny my sordid artist

Lavishes his palette for Fate's canvas

With the bleak grays of gloom

And bitter blacks for doom

People talk; People mock

The sour wine of reality

Has left my throat barren

Night no longer can steal me

To that land of sweet oblivion

Sleep is now a curious enemy to hold

Her merciful dreams desert me behold

And if they arrive they persist to bring

Echoes of wicked chants the society sings

People talk; People mock

But may I ask what was my crime?

Who made you judges of this grime?

You prejudiced spiteful judges

That pronounced my ruthless verdict

And casted me out of your better memories

To the tender mercies of hate

What sacred law have I broken?

Was it something in innocence spoken?

Yet you loathsome fiends with your devious minds

Will persist to boast and viciously toast

At dinner armed with your furs and jewels

A superficial prop and just another ruse

For though they aim to draw and awe

I am now wise

And see through your guise

People talk; People mock

Oh joy to you brutal savages

You have finally shredded my name apart

Stripped me of my honor

And bid goodbye to my trust

But remember this I plead

Remember my dying words indeed

Though you may have bled my wounds dry

And bandaged them with the salts of shame

You shall never earn my tears

Nor my cries of pain

For I still possess my faith

That you shall never crush

And one day I shall rise again

From these ashes like a phoenix I must