There's a child with a butcher knife
Running through my head...

I have spent my life
Bowing down to...

I read quotes and stories
Looking for someone...

People don't understand why
One would mark themselves...

Sometimes the smile comes easy
Without a second thought...

I wrote a special poem
Just for you and me...

So many people
Hate the masks...

A late-night, unable to sleep
Because of the memories that come...

They say that the Phoenix
Rises from the ashes...

People often forget
That before a Phoenix...

I’m striving to
Be a Phoenix...

One, two, three
It's a dance...