Sluthed symbol

In a world where the only light is a flicker from a cheaply made candle on a stale winters evening, we must all hold onto the shadows cast at any moment. Guard any warning light that you are still alive; for any signal of existence is nothing short of a blessing – numbness being the curse.

Shield yourself from the forbidding cursed compliments received from both friend and foe. Build your suit of armour, black as night to intermingle with such a depraved sun the universe offers. Inhale the cruel still winds, from lung to lung if that’s what you need to survive.

Become your own army, merely guided by the sleuthed symbol you chose to follow. Inaudible parading resonates in your ears as you ‘march to beat of your own drum’ with two left feet.