In my darkest moment, I gave you my light. In my weakest state, You had my strength. I broke myself to build you up. I sat there, in the dark, Waiting. You never returned. While my demons tore apart my soul, You continued to bask in your stolen light. I found the strength to pull myself from the depths of my own hell, As I climbed the searing brimstone, relighting my torch with hell fire, You craved my new-found strength like a fiend, Because I was A Phoenix, born from my own ashes, And your soul was desperate to heal.