Hollow Shells
Being trapped like a deer from a car's high beam
I Stand in the Darkness, Screaming
While my mind starts streaming remedies
The boy whom fell to the ground
To the boy whom stood up, leaving it’s Shell
Has now Resurrected
Now, I take a Stance
The butterfly has a lifespan like no other
Wearing my Scars deep inside me
Like the rings inside a tree
The Darkness surrounds the shell
It’s breath becoming heavier breaking the brittle shell
The boy whom stood up gathers the shards
Each one gently cutting through its flesh
Feeling alive from deep inside from being able to feel pain
The warm blood drips to the never-ending darkness
Because even the most protected soldier bleeds from the inside
He gets up, standing alone
Feeling in love with a shard buried deep inside its hand
He bows to find light
fighting in the darkness
The darkness itself connects with both the shell and the boy
Swallowing them whole because it’s what makes it whole
It’s the three of them whom make their own world
The darkness protecting the boy from the outside
Nothing else to protect it with, but its passion
Although, they may doubt the boy’s sanity