Catalyst for change; a long dormant dream that wills its way into a nonexistent reality
Rend your bonds; with all the strength in your calloused hands that used to mold with mine
Yearning for freedom; from fear, from pain, from the crystalline core that shreds your lungs every time you breathe and scatters diamond dust down your veins
Sinking too fast; **** the natural death that weighs you down and drags you through an ocean of tears
Take your time; the gaping hollow in your chest should not become a magpie’s hovel, filled with a glittering assortment of the finest refuse
Argumentative at best; facing a broken mirror and finding the barrel of a gun
Languish is for the weak; your hands are claws and your teeth are knives. Cut the diamonds from your veins and spill yourself on the world.