Firefly within the night
becomes a guide for lashes
that protect demons from
clouding my vision.
Chased, forever being chased
by skeletal chains; rattling crossed
bones that ache to dance - but forgot how-
star showers shine on other shadows,
not mine.
I've got this constant abyss, locked within my soul
that shutters with a steal guitar from a late eighties night;
when the music stopped playing, everyone went home,
I no longer was having fun.
Blood poured from my body like a waterfall
and each step I took made me want to die,
but I knew one day I would be loved, grow older
and keep smiling;
as I listen to that old song now
It doesn't make me dance anymore
It just makes me happy to be alive-
