DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Too much; they’d all seen and harbored and strived to save so many damned times, to watch it all unfurl, to be told it was effortless, nothing, naught, was just one more piercing jab in a line of nettles and thorns. The void was still and silent now, the unknown barraging down upon his shoulders with anvils and earths, until she shuddered, shivered, and he moved to wrap his arms around her. Not to smother, not to suffocate, but to pull her back further in the crook of his hold, underneath his jaw, or head upon his shoulder, a shield to ride out the incoming storm, the brewing, battling tempest stirring throughout.
Because it was an onslaught, a brutal conjecture to try and try and try and never amount to anything. For all the determination, for all the convictions, for all the tribulations, even those with steadfast, stalwart decrees grew tired, exhausted, and diminished. So he attempted to dive down with her, in between the demons and the parallels, amongst and amidst the high towering walls that seemed endless, bestowing the remnants of his strength, the reverential manifestation of his love and devotion, the echoes and reverberations of I am here, I am here. “That is fine,” he murmured into the quiet, into the hollowed sanctions, the brim of darkness. It was okay for them to be swept into the current, because he’d be an anchor, and it was okay that she didn’t know where to go or what to do, because neither did he. Accepted, for everything and anything. The Sword could stand and remain there with her, in the folds of shadows and the vast unknown, heartbeats and fortitude in the turbulence. “We can be lost together.”
Because it was an onslaught, a brutal conjecture to try and try and try and never amount to anything. For all the determination, for all the convictions, for all the tribulations, even those with steadfast, stalwart decrees grew tired, exhausted, and diminished. So he attempted to dive down with her, in between the demons and the parallels, amongst and amidst the high towering walls that seemed endless, bestowing the remnants of his strength, the reverential manifestation of his love and devotion, the echoes and reverberations of I am here, I am here. “That is fine,” he murmured into the quiet, into the hollowed sanctions, the brim of darkness. It was okay for them to be swept into the current, because he’d be an anchor, and it was okay that she didn’t know where to go or what to do, because neither did he. Accepted, for everything and anything. The Sword could stand and remain there with her, in the folds of shadows and the vast unknown, heartbeats and fortitude in the turbulence. “We can be lost together.”
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
