Planet Poetic

The Bone Collector

The bones of what you tried to kill 

still rattle with a purpose to fulfill 

Day by day, life breathes air into the hollowness of what you thought was dead 

I collect these bones

I see, feel, and hear in different tones 

The first steps of a newly mobile leg, 

shaky 

But I always knew no one could erase me

I adore these bones despite their smell of death 

Every day, they receive new energy like a hit of meth 

Nothing is more powerful than love 

Which gives life to this hollow skeleton from up above

A rose blooms from the inside out 

The creaky joints get momentum 

Ignited even more from those who were also meant to rise, not stay trapped in their demise 

We rise after the fall

Hearts blazing on fire, standing tall 

You cannot kill an immortal force 

You cannot steer them off course 

Although you will try until the cows come home 

Throw me a frickin’ bone… 

And I will show it love 

Treat it as gently as a dove 🕊️ 

The darkness isn’t a foe 

But it will try to sweep you up in a deceitful undertow 

If you get caught, you will descend 

You can feel hell 

I’ve been there, although you might not be able to tell 

The demons are great actors 

Different ones play different parts 

They all have one goal: to fuck with your heart 

That’s why you must hold onto love with all your might

It’s the torch you always need to guide you through the darkest night 

Once on the other side, you will take flight 

You were simply cocooning in the underworld 

A chill time with Hades and some of his ladies 

The hollow bones suddenly feel full of flesh 

A rush of energy, a feeling of being blessed 

A desire to be your very best 

I collect the bones and create magic 

I am a mixture of worlds 

A hybrid made to weather the havoc