Ears Bleed, Eyes Plead: Just What They Need

A community defying the ignorant rumours
An army- fighting fighting for acceptance but not waiting for a win
A procession; marching arm in arm
Black decadence, dyed and painted
But not fake
Hearts bleeding, broken but true
Lives lived with a sole purpose
Worship. Adoration.
Shadowed parade- smiles not frowns
A dance not to end
Strangers touch hands become torn friends
Beating in time with a sound so pure
A scream, shout, preach and give them the cure
No thoughts of blades or pills
Lights fire and smoke but not in hell tonight
A loyal dedicated heaven
Where the outcast finally belong
With one proud voice uprising in song.