CASTAWAYS
We burned in a cold fire that gave no light,
And returned to mankind with a belt of strife.
You held hell in one palm and heaven by its ankles,
Shaking stars like pennies to count our singing wealth.
While darkness curled inwards like a black, funeral rose.
In a lightless light that cut stems with an edgeless blade,
God promised us that recovery comes after great pain
So I swallowed shadows to see where His light shined.
