Wake to the drum in your hollow chest,
breathe in the dark like the first cigarette.
Streets are still bleeding neon regret,
but your shadow’s learning to silhouette.
Rise through the echo of closing doors,
kick off the rust from the wars before.
Heart is a lighter, thumb on the flame,
sparking a chorus that sings your name.
Tonight the sky is a cracked cathedral,
every star a wound that’s learning to heal.
Scream the quiet out of your lungs,
dance on the blade where tomorrow’s hung.