theocratis volume three

my path is returning
to walls that i've built..

my path is descending
to pits in my dreams..

my path is lost
inbetween life and death..

wonder if u may
think if u must
remember my name
pounding the door
to the heart

this is an interlude..
an opening statement..
a search of words
a pigeon flying away..

phoenix, the rise
muvrini, the word
ramm,the decision
dimah, the trigger..

my weapon is loaded
my guns are resting
my mouth is opened
my coffee is over..