Cycle Hannah Bowman

There is something inside you that is broken and you are never going to fix it. You will fall and fall and fall and never learn.

Icarus could only dream of feeling the warmth of melted wax so often.

And every time you will swear in blood to never fall again. You will fall and fall and fall and never learn. And every time your fingers will scrabble in the dirt for purchase. And every time you will swear in blood to never fall again. And your fingernails will grow dark with blood and earth. And every time your fingers will scrabble in the dirt for purchase. And you will rise again from the hole you have dug yourself. And your fingernails will grow dark with blood and earth. And like some ancient bird of legend you will rise. And you will rise again from the hole you have dug yourself. The heat of your flames will melt the wax before you can take flight again.

And like some ancient bird of legend you will rise. The fire burns eternal under your skin. The heat of your flames will melt the wax before you can take flight again.

Does the phoenix ever tire of its cycle? The fire burns eternal under your skin.

Cracks form at the veins, breaking through all flesh.

Does the phoenix ever tire of its cycle?

You are growing more limp with every loop.

Cracks form at the veins, breaking through all flesh.

Does the phoenix ever hope to remain ash?

You are growing more limp with every loop.

Was the sun always so close, so far away?

Does the phoenix ever hope to remain ash?

Here you are again.

Was the sun always so close, so far away?

Icarus could only dream of feeling the warmth of melted wax so often.

Here you are again.

There is something inside you that is broken and you are never going to fix it.