Stay Alive

Stay alive, friends.

(format is a bit iffy as I'm uploading from my phone. sorry if it bothers you.)

and when their words scream out

pelting like hail in the middle of a thunderstorm

an internal radio will sing songs of hope

a lullaby for our poor hearts

a small pool of life in the underworld

the Persephone of our struggle,

oh demon heart, find your shelter,

one day you'll find wings

instead of scarred tissue

and claw marks,

oh so flawed darling, 

but the sun wouldn't shine as bright 

without a little darkness in the world,

without a little bit of shadow soul

the world is dull and

the darkness is crouching

so dance,

dance to the song playing in your bones. 




The End

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