Phoenix Syndrom Poem by Lex Leon

When I die,
Offer my body to fire, ashes to wind
The hay’s been stacked, the spark to be delivered
Who can be trusted with the ritual,
Is no one pure or real, are they all fictional
I knew too many people, but only few of them are loyal
I want to burn but smoulder while flames are blazing
I need to see whose tears come from deep inside the soul
Or is the smoke responsible for all
But no, please cease the wind, I must remain a little longer
The flames are getting bolder, yet I’m feeling colder
I see through you, please live a hundred years
My presence in this world slowly disappears
My friend, don’t hold a grudge against me
Your vengeance will not help me, no more I fear
I will protect you from above while you are here
Please take the silver cross to be the last of gifts
Now take the poems and throw them in the fire,
Make the flames grow big without tire
I’m not afraid to burn, I’ve burned inside forever
Turned days to ashes, still lost as ever
My eyes are sparkling, looking for the light
I’m like a moth, begging to survive
Was told no cure for Phoenix Syndrom
Was told I was delirious, I’m dying in this kingdom
One day, my dream as colorful as sunset will smile at me
Then I will live, prolong my life’s existence
Now finally, strange voice behind the scenes
Will be reading the obituary overcoming my resistance
Straight line – the pulse went silent, distant
The soul’s abandoning my body, turning into smoke
The only way for my return, I’m begging, when I die
Offer my body to the fire, one chance for a new life
Flames and fire, heat and ashes
Like smoke I’m entering the sunset
Just to reincarnate in the sunrise
The wind, the horizon’s line’s in flames
Fire in my eyes – the symptom of the Phoenix Syndrom.