by Mark

I wake in my coffin once again, time to die?
Knees can't bend, hands won't move, so tired.
Phoenix, Phoenix come to life and spread my wings to set me free.
Not your turn yet, it will take years to die.
Just wait in your coffin until it's your turn to fly.

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Mar 21, 2013
I feel the same
by: Anonymous

I think the analogy between one's body and a coffin is so apt. The thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that one day I will be allowed to fly and then I'll be free, free from these chains for eternity.

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