fleeting moments disappear along with the cowering darkness of air the light stings and you may be tormented by fear but above all else, a sun has risen and i will you to stay alive
terrible thoughts scratching at the base of your mind you drown them with effort and begin to rewind the foreshadowing of a deathly midnight seems unkind but you will be set free at last and i will you to stay alive
be proud for all you can know will be missed the temporary permanence of all that exists the night will fall, your terror will turn to schist gripping at your collar while you hope youβre not the only one who wills you to stay alive.
[in which i'm inspired by truce, a song by twenty one pilots]