The dark pheonix, comes at mid-night, He touches me, whispering the oaths, Slowly he changes me in dragon, The myths never gets real. Soul, I know it's not there. Mind, I know it's real. And he tells me. Soul and mind are muds in the water. You're only one, existed to enter new realm. Realm of self- devastation, State of chronic meaninglessness, But, where was the meaning at all? He laughed at me. He was crazy, I can say just in glimpse. But there is something, he is true about. Though I fail to view. "You're drunk. Ain't you?" He asked. He attacks my ego. I kill him. I think, he will speak to me, while dying. But he is silent, I get furious. I shout to his death, "See, where is meaning?" Never born again, without hope. I'll kill you, again. I've hoped, I've got the inner peace. But it was never there. It was self manifestation, I made. Well, what could I do? I don't have to fight anymore. Somebody else does, they don't care.