Our cause is just; Our souls press on

            even when our bones are cracked and b r o k e n                                        we won’t give up

I’ll drown you and make it look like a baptism.

be a fighter until there’s nothing left to fight.

I’m dying for something big and beautiful and greater than me.

a slow but sure slip into narcissism.

a rapid but uncertain rush into violence.

I washed my skin, in the wine you spilt. I am dull and red, and I am sorry.

I washed my skin, in the river Styx. I am sharp and gold, and I am angry.

I washed my skin, in the sunset sky. I am mute and lavender, and I am lonely.

I washed my skin, in something gold. I am vicious and powerful, and I am hungry.

I washed my skin, in the fires of old. I am reborn and beautiful, and I am free.

I washed my skin, in earthbound dreams. I am tired and worn, and I am content.

I washed my skin, in gunpowder smoke. I am strong and weary, and I am incensed. 

i hope it rains again soon. rain is one of the only things i could never hate

The rain soothes, the rain drives. More powerful and steady than all nature’s forces. We are the rain.