the flight of the phonies

crushing my voice
he breathes new life into me
soaring higher than the albatross
wings spanning the eastern skies
my throat swollen shut
i labor with tedious breathing
he flies the skies, the eastern skies
a faithful night where all was quiet
slapped between piss-colored walls
the soaring phoniex drops the fluids
through the tubes and to my veins
i feel dead now more than ever
swollen shut i feel my voice dripping away
they add the cold drip, the pain meds
my soaring phoniex drops needles
the way armies carpet bomb
nine or ten shots hit my throat
and everything goes numb
vision lost is vision found
he flies the eastern skies
she runs a dull blade through the back of my throat
the pain slowly melts away
my voice is no longer lost
vision lost is vision found
the phoniex drps the breath into me
and i drop into the eastern skies