darkclub

Innocence slaughtered purity turned into dust, children cast from light. The moment the cosmos looks away, the young fall through the cracks of creation. Night breathes eternal, a slow, predatory hush claiming what dawn lost. Darkness becomes the only parent left, teaching silence as a survival skill. Flames lick the child’s brain, thoughts blister into new shapes, dreams melt into bone. Trauma becomes architecture a cathedral built from scorched memory. Living off death’s breath, the young learn to eat shadows, hunger becomes law. They inherit a world where survival is the only true divinity. There must be something more a pulse beneath all this ash, a god choking light. A spark refusing extinction? A wound dreaming of its maker We carried the night with us, wore it like armor, As we stepped into the void We are the light that survives its own death.