Pulsating thoughts burning asunder,
Of gluttony, loot and plunder,
From the ashes a phoenix shall rise,
In a dark cavern of the mind; burn bright.
And the water shall try to run overboard,
Extinguish the flame before it is born,
As the wetness slowly creeps to the lump,
She shall raise her head, spread her wings.
Behold her in all her glory, as she takes flight,
Eradicating the numbness inside,
The water boils in her stead,
Once a foe turned to precious guide.
As the cavern cracks under rising steam,
She escapes through the fissured dream…
She escapes through the fissured dream.
