Calm Shores

A survivor among the wreckage, mistaken for the leverage required; of binding desires, it requires eager minds that inspire, to rekindle broken paths & remain loyal to the eternal fire. I was left standing in the wake of a world caught between destiny & decay; I was living in the wastelands of my own dismay. Among the ruins I would stray, forever exiled to the underworld, torn I am as I currently stay. A broken heart born without a beat to keep the tempo alive, a heart worthy & beating, fighting struggles & entanglements to keep this presence divide. I survive. Divided by ignorant eyes, like wood burns, it breaks, crumples, and cries, but not without leaving splinters for surprise, only in the ashes does mankind reside. Upon the sands, the salt, the sea of seeds, there’s blood in the water of every evil intention, every thought & word both unspoken and awoken. We are a legacy of disgust, and while we hold our ground, we stand firm upon this Earth. We will be remembered not by our names but by our marks. A mission entrusted & taken to the grave, our word is our legend upon this world we’ve been left in. In darkness & shadows we find strength to carry on, no longer carrion; our flesh is met with a masquerade of massacres. And while those without motive must refrain, the choice is yours, to play the part and rescue the role, or feign fame & be forsaken forever. The choice is yours, put on the mask, what would you rather enjoy: the myriad moments of bliss or remember the moments we miss?