Static Alchemy

I drank the thunder, swallowed the blade,

Every scar is gold I’ve made.

Pain was the furnace, fear the flame,

From every ruin, I reclaimed my name.

Ash to ember, breath to light,

I forge the day out of the night.

Every tear, a molten key,

Unlocking strength inside of me.

The static hums beneath my skin,

Transmuting everything I’ve been.

I am the spark, I am the burn,

Every fall’s another turn.

The wound becomes the open door,

The ache, the map to something more.

No curse remains, no loss survives,

The dark creates what keeps me alive.

Turn the noise to symphony,

Make the pain my alchemy.

Every storm refines the fire,

Every loss rebirths desire.