Keep. Running.
Lace up and shoot for the sun. Spit out the blood that bubbles in your cracked throat and bare your teeth. Light up the night sky with that saturated neon glow in your eyes. Fight until every last nerve in your body fails, t’ill the electricity in your hands numb your fingers. Make them see that your crusade wasn’t in vain. When the static ringing in your ears is deafening, look for the sound of your heart. Claw at the hope of making it out alive, scream for it if you have to. Make every last drop of blood count. Stagger until your ankles twist and your knees break. Push through when the bile rises into your mouth, burning your tongue. Retaliate, and let the tears fall from your starry eyes all the while. Grip onto your rage, let it flow through the barrel of your gun and don’t let go. Go out with fire and metal, spread across the highway home. Suck in breath after breath, until your ribs crack. Raise your fist at everything that has tried to destroy you, and spit in the face of failure.
When all your friends fall, paint your farewell on their graves and be the last one to pull the pin. Leave something behind, something holy for your loved ones to put in the mailbox and bid you goodbye. Let your funeral be the pyre of all the things you’ve defeated. Killjoys die ugly, we die viciously and young, but it’s what we die for that makes us worthy of sainthood. Don’t let anyone stand over your corpse in defeat, let your death give them reason to carry on the fight. Nothing will ever kill you in a way that truly matters. As the engineer of your own fate, in the face of the war that rages, you will never die.
Keep going, keep going until you make it or die trying. When you reach the end of the road, let that last exhausted breath go and look at the stars; The Witch will meet you there, and she will take you home. Let it all fall away, let the noise die with you. You’re the saviour of your own heart, you’ve earned it.
Until the very last sparks in your heart die out;
Keep running.
