Phoenix rising in the air
inside a wooden box...

Unwanted intruders suddenly trespass
across the gardens of my mind...

You walked through my door
like you have done nothing wrong...

To have the gift of sight
to witness before me...

I was the Blackbird trying to understand the...
but you were the Albatross sending omens through...

I am the teabag you so crave,
my brand appealing to your taste buds...

Standing in the background
merging quietly into shadows...

It pierces your heart
like razor sharp daggers...

I woke up this morning
feeling cold and alone...

Burn my eyes
white with...

I wake up drowning
in a puddle of my tears...

A handful of pills
to drown out his voice...