two children with a heavy heart and damaged souls against all odds should’ve been killed long ago, still hold up their heads high their world of troubles and damage, hidden behind a tightly locked wall. putting on masks of happiness, content, joy, & bliss. at the end of the day, clawing at their faces, blood dripping down and skin being punctured. able to see their true faces she, rises like the sun with each passing day, able to take on the day without reservations nor hesitations. but, sinking into darkness as her demons consume her. he, ascends like the moon, an all encompassing light, cascading from the heavens, a sense of somber visible. overwhelmed by the harsh and blight that accompanies reality.
perhaps, one lifetime they’ll be able to rest easy.















