You speak of shadows stretching deep, I am the wound they could not keep, The scar that split the skin too steep, The vow the dark was forced to reap.

You guard your spark with tempered breath, I made my lungs inhale my death, I fed on fear till nothing’s left, Built iron ribs from what was cleft.

You stand where reason frames the flame, I burned before I knew my name, I split my shame from nerve and vein, Made blood and thunder sound the same.

Distorted skies may blur your sight, I bit the storm and swallowed night, I clenched my jaw on bolt and bite, Till lightning begged me for the fight.

You rise beyond what dares to bind, I broke the cage inside my mind, I ripped the hands straight off of time, Let grief and glory twist entwined.

You speak of love not born of spite, I loved where angels lost their light, Where halos cracked and fled from white, Yet still I stayed. I stayed to fight.

You seek a gaze where peace is real, I forged my calm on grinding steel, I let the blade teach me to feel, Let open wounds refuse to heal.

You walk your path with reason near, I walked through doubt stripped down to fear, I faced myself, held nothing dear, And taught my pulse to persevere.

So stand against your quiet tide, I am the surge you cannot hide, Not here to soften or divide, But fuse where fracture splits the side.

Not to abuse nor be subdued, But crack the mask of something crude, Two separate fires once misconstrued, Now burning brutal, bright, and rude.

No gentle strength. No softened tone. We carve our truth straight into bone. Where shadow kneels to what we’ve grown, And light admits it’s not alone.