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

 

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