Wounds Severed

Slicing through

Depths

Deeper than ever

Severing wounds

Old and new

The Phoenix Rock Star Princess

I’m the Original Phoenix, rock star

In the parallel universe

With anti-rock terrorists at war

Fighting the curse

I fell for the forbidden

The machine gun preacher

I was, you can say smitten

Anti-rock terrorism, he preached

To end our precious blood line

The end, their agendas screeched

But we fought without a whine

I met him once

“Die you infidel!” he said

I almost lost my stance

But only his eyes, I could picture in my head

The battle neared

Killing many, Antis and Rocks

Blood was smeared

People died in flocks

The dead Original Phoenixes rose from the ashes

And finished the battle

The dread was gone

Our coven was safe like always

And so was my love

Killing me in infinite ways

I still sing in tears, mourn

My heart, now as cold as ice

His ashes in the urn

My love never dies

Dying

I shiver

Eyes are blurred

I can’t recover

My words are slurred

I fear

Losing consciousness

I near

Edge of helplessness

I think I feel pain

I feel blood draining

I cry in vain

My hope’s waning

Haemophobia

Blood, I smell

Iron, faded and rusty

Woozy, makes me faint

My head blares and thumps

Makes me queasy

My surroundings tremble

I quiver, with unknown tremor

Everything fades, becomes paler

My inner being, trying to wilt away

To escape the panic

My head begins to weigh a tonne

The picture fades out, lightening

I fall, frozen, cold