Breathe, just breathe,
Hidden you’ve been for so long, I forgot you were there,
Secret, dark and glorious, a ghost laced with stardust
Gilded shadows thrown through the keyhole of your own prison
Mountains wrought of iron and graphite have kept you
Pillars, guarding doors built to hold you, but not to make you stay
The concrete laid three hundred leagues deep
Polished and powerful, a tomb of sins and miracles
Inescapable, cold, daunting, curiously inviting
Breathe, just breathe,
Specks of dust dancing in the golden rays of the iron’s aperture
Embers begging for air, for fuel, a gentle caress
In the stillness, they crackle ever so faintly
A quiet fierceness of rage, of longing, of yesterday
Fire embalmed in savage tenderness and righteous fury
Of promises a thousand miles deep, whispered in lonely spaces
Battle fields acclaimed in hushed, pyrrhic voices
Disinherited dreams, carried on by the wind
Breathe, just breathe,
Incandescent particles drifting through the fragments of light
Unfathomable, unbridled, familiar, possessed
Hand outstretched, begging for a memory, for its touch
The chilling warmth a necessity, a fleeting saviour
The stardust touches skin, protected with a closed fist
Fingers unlaced, only dust, colorless, lifeless, remains
Charred flesh, the fiery atom’s ashen pyre
Breathe, just breathe