Thunder has never sounded more intimidating when it's your identity being clapped into my skull

I'm swallowing blood spilled from the screams that've torn down my throat and into my shaking hands

Your dotted line is written in lights burning into my serene lids reaching my deepest rests

Carving question marks into my flesh to ask when I have no words to throw into the seemingly endless void

I'm sprinting towards the isles of my future with only hope to illuminate the path I hope lies before me