Flames

You cannot get rid of me.

I've stepped in the flames thinking it would set me free.

That's the end of me? No! That's just another way I was said to be.

The flames rested upon the scent of me.

I don't need to breathe but here's the inhale.

Then I'll set fire to my own entrails.

The phoenix rising out of the belly of the beast with' a thin trail of blood and pieces of guts.

Leading them to surfaces of metamorphosis up's.

Then of corpse.

I'm a Zen of force.

Of course there's no tend to cause alarm when I'm breaking a vow of silence.

And you force my arm to be taking a Tao of violence.