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   Pheonix is the Goddess of Fire and Blood. She is the oldest of the Gods, at about 30,000 years of age. She was born as the daughter of a cheiftan to a tribe of the first people, but immediately after her birth was thrown into the camp's fire because the color of ther eyes and hair. Both are the color of fire. After surviving withing the fire for 10 days she was moves outside the camp to fend for her self. Mostly she just followed her tribe, eating what food she could get ahold of. The power she received from the fire allowed her to survive in the eternally frozen tundra. She aged normally until her 13th year, during which she stopped follo

It's so stupid How I can never speak to you Yet in my heart I want nothing more. I want to stare at your face and feel your smile. I want to hold you in your arms and be in yours. I want to mean the world to you and nothing more. I realize we are different That we come from different worlds. That doesn't change the fact that I need you. I need you to be happy, even when I'm gone. I need you continue on day and night. I need you to be you and nothing more. I hate it how Even when I think of others all I see is you But if that changed I think I'd die. I see you in my sleep. I see you in my life. I see you in my heart and nothin

Alone, in a dark room, I awake, I look. Just walls, no door. No escape. Surounded by walls, By think, dark air. Alone I lay, Alone I sleep. Alone I live, Alone I die. Smuthered by dark walls, in this dark room

I won't pester her when she forgets to call back. I'll just cry myself into sweet black oblivion. I won't cling to her when I'm with her. I'll just sit and watch and drown in my loneliness. I won't grab her hand when it is within reach. I'll just burn with envy of whatever she touches. I won't shower her with hugs and kisses. I'll just embrace and drink up my own poison. I won't do all in my power to be with her. I'll just hesitate forever in fear of losing her.

I wanted to, Just there. To just sit down, and cry there. They didn't understand. Did they? No, They still can't comprehend That even surrounded By those who, Once, made you smile, You just sit there, Wanting to cry there, To bleed there, To die there. How could the know That being alone Only ment you could No longer Trust those who, Not so long ago Ment everything to you?