Inevitable Doom

A fizz in the fluttering breeze skims past me,
The jagged razor-sharp points pierce at my gleaming skin,
Drops of dark blood drizzle down the twinkling rose gold metal,
I’m slipping, slipping,
Grasping the sharp edges of earth,
Holding onto any chain that could keep me from falling,
Falling towards my inevitable doom,
An insignificant life lost to this inescapable doom,

My death would rumble, totter and crawl through the tilted buildings,
Through the crackling plumes of smoke and fire,
Through the crisp breeze, slicing the thick grey air,
But the rose gold chains on this heart-shaped necklace keep me above,
It keeps me above the waves of death and despair,
Above the valleys of hurt and anguish,

When they say no and when they want me to hurt,
I’ll stand above them,
I’ll stand above all their thoughts and fears and hate
Hand in hand with my rose gold necklace,
I’ll soar above this inevitable doom.