santana

in darkness you sit alone and unholy
but you are not unlike your name
you have seen the light but there it fades
already forever damaged, cracked,
and broken indoors you have become

you ask yourself, how does one carry on through
a killing avalanche without turning into one?
but before the question was finished,
you've forced upon yourself an answer:
one does not.

so sinking to the floor you are now
unsure but willfully losing air
you smile a faint smile and say
hello, to fate, but as you do
you wail to love a silent goodbye



*yes, i invest too much in fictional characters. but i like what her name means.