She held the lucky charm against her burning chest.
Took it with her, while she endlessly replicated them.
Everything seems to be a countdown, gain or hide.
When shadowing, the brightness betrays her presence.

Periodicity cycles, allowing the poison ivy to eclipse her.
The world doesn't grant second chances to lost souls.
An initiation rite burns it's path into her holy grounds.
Her soft fingers dropping a gem, shattering it to pieces.

The fired heart, carries away their radioactive blood.
Left unattended gathering the iridescent fragments.
Time stops when world's pieces fall into your hands.
Outcasts and justified rage fight against cruel ignorance.

Words only hold foundation to those who will revolt.
Emeralds reminisce on what could have been too long.
They who decided failure is only that earthy sentiment.
The light of day is not enough, you embrace darkness.

© yudia