Unbroken

I am engulfed the many flames you've lit, with the intention of setting my vision ablaze Yet they only seem to act as fuel to my internal flame

Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days,

It burns, but I see right through it. My eyes burn a fiery red gold Glittering with a truth untold One that a work of standards and coal has yet to behold.

Bruised Cracked Torn Scratched.

But my hem and my seems remain woven

My spirit within Unbroken