Rise from the Ashes

The night calls me like a goddamn friend. Whispered secrets of how it all

could end. But fuck their whispers, I won't bend. Not for them,

not for anyone. They toast my fall with a crooked grin.

And I see their smirks before I begin. I-I-I, I won't give

them the favor. I-I-I, I won't grant their sick desire. Let them burn

in their own fire. I'll keep breathing out of spite. Fuck them all,

I'll win this fight. My shadow's screaming, but I shut it out.

They love to see me crumble down by doubt. And their knives are