The Phoenix...

Hammered head spinning in morning. Deep Red kunckles crying out loud with pain. Sore left arm etched with blood-red messy lines, incoherently forming singular word from english vocab. “FUCK”
Well, I burned it all to ashes last night. My promise, resolution, integrity, love, madness, obsession and sanity.
When I got up today morning, I knew what I was going to do. I knew what I was going to be. I knew what I wanted.
“Welcome to the real world!”

3 days more. All this time, I knew she would leave me; turning her back around. Sorry sweetheart; I figured, I want that pleasure all to myself. It hurts and it will. There is no “better” way of doing it. :-

My arm is sore, and still screaming of all the things going on in my head last night. I am still hiding all cuts with a lame full sleeves shirt. Hopefully this is the last time.

I am the phoenix who burned down to ashes last night. And I am the phoenix who will spawn from his own ashes once again. Today.

There is no love anymore. There is no longing for love anymore. World can stay “smooch bemused”, for all I care. Not me. I know it’s building inside me; and soon I would be more callous than ever. More ruthless. More free.

Go. I set you free.