the song of the PHOENIX

The thing about rebirth is you have to die first
I thought my first death would be my last
My body was pressed against the cold ground
Burdened down by my sins of the past
A sea of Skeletons burst from their graves
Pouring out of the closets I had locked them in
In hopes to never see them again
But there I was beneath a sea of sorrow and regret
The bones of old faces, dead bodies of lies
Burrowed themselves into my skin
As they flowed over me
I was dying 
Gasping for my last breath
Clinging on to life 
Trying my best not to drown
Savoring the old oxygen in my lungs
I flailed my limbs around 
Attempting to reach the surface
But the more I tried the deeper I sunk 

A wise voice that sounded like mine
Invaded the rattling of the bones 
And whispered, 
You must be still to float
You have to let go of the ghost. 
How silly was I to tread against the tide?
A part of me died 
So that I could live 
I let go of life 
And I was born again

We will die a thousand times 
In this existence 
A thousand more in the next 
The song of the Phoenix 
Never ends
Might as well sing along