My mind bleeds poems like it never did And ink rivers cry over empty papers Inspiration resurges from its ashes Words spread like a devotional song In an ancient tongue And this vertical union Separates a shared sweat Why are you back? Our farewell was so sorrowful Why are you back? I didn't call you Thanks for coming, I really Missed you Thanks for coming, I never Said I love you You bit the hand that fed your soul You were not happy You crushed such a sacred illusion You thought there was not enough Now, like a snake, your skin Is in contact with the ground And you can see a phoenix Flying higher and higher