Scars

I wish the world would drown in a bizarre storm
And nobody can stare at my scarred body anymore
Like the phoenix's wand wrapping my burning self
Under a magic spell, life would quieten the pain for a bit

The virtuous lies would vanish in the capes of copious clouds
And my corpse shall be freed of the corporal dreads of desires
I shall valiantly conquer the countless stars burning deep
Crippled by glories of grieving graves chained in the cinder sky.

My slaves of skeletal brides shall bathe me in the potions
Of eternal youth under the golden canopy of their white gowns
The Kings of the Worlds shall bow down before my arms
As my scars shall burn through their barren, hollow hearts.

The deceitful pledges made by feigning men shall bury tonight
As Angels of Death shall rise from the scripts of shanty shades
I shall torch all the slothful souls in their lacuna and lust
Punishing the world under a marquee of melancholic maims.

In the twilight of the waking dawn, millennia shall miraculously die
As life shall churn into a new innocent form, devoid of lazy lies.
A new Summer shall borrow those blazing Flames of hope
Healing my scars eternally into symphonies of.Heaven's horizon.