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