Survivor

You breathe

Yet, nothing comes out

You bleed

Yet, never die              

 

To tumble into a world of pure sorrow

Is worse of a fate than chaos

 

The screams we once held are no more

As the air we gulped down--faster than wine--

Burn holes through our lungs

And scolds our tongues beyond fire

 

The roar of the dawn

Buried in coal, black smoke

Begins to wane to the dagger of the moon

Letting silver bleed into crimson flames

Until the agony melts into deadly ectasy

 

For if there is no moon to weep for us, who can we hold?

 

You breathe

Yet, nothing comes out

You bleed

Yet, never die

 

This is not our punishment

Nor is it our death

This is our mission

 

For we are the Survivor

 

 

           

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