The taste of blood is like rust Its inky black running down the side of my cheeks from my hollow heavy eyes
The smell of shadows is like death Dark and stale and cold, freezing my stone heart heart to my lungs
The feel of dark sharp black lines, is sharp and stinging It overwhelms my head and floods my mind till all I can do is cry
And then the blood flows freely from my eyes The blood of the taste of rust
Shadowless forms come and call me They think that they shine They think they have body’s of light and hollows of gold But they really have horns and tails with sharp spines
They never wonder what it is, whipping at their backs Yet when the call to me There tails spear my chest, and leave me bleeding dark sharp lines
The lines that overwhelm my head and flood my mind until all I can do is cry Then the blood flows freely from my eyes The blood of the taste of rust
Then when I come to my place called home I can feel the shadows breathing in all of the air that is supposed to be mine Growing bigger and bigger Like the shadowless forms that come and call me That whip me with their tails Making me bleed dark sharp lines That feel so heavy that all I can do is cry And the blood starts to flow from my eyes The blood of the taste of rust
Some may feel that their body is not what it should be. That their blood tastes like rust, that the shadows around them smell like death, that they are filled with dark sharp lines that will overtake them at any minute. To those some, know that there will always be another like you, and that we will never all feel perfect and that no matter how broken you may feel, or how broken the shadowless figures are making you, you are here for a reason. You always will be, the world will never feel the same without you in it.