Inheritance = No. It has never been for us to row. No. It isn’t ours to take the blow. No. It’s only right to voice what we know. No. Advertisements
Once= There was once a life; when who’s who wasn’t much ado; when what’s right couldn’t be a lie; when how and why held more than where and when. It was life.
Hate, we ate, in silence, became tyrants.
Spawn = It glows, the moon, with the light of another. It shows, the room, all its fake laughter. Who knows, what looms, in the hearts of our sons and daughters. Whose shadows, they bloom, into unspeakable horrors.
A dagger = Sorrow, we burrowed, a joy lent, depression’s hidden hand.
Hindered = We have, for most times, only sought the applause; never taking the time to pause; to stand, breathe, and understand any cause. We had, for too little a time, not let ourselves cry; forever avoiding the need to try; to explore, discover, and inevitably fly.
Infinite = Hers was the single-track playlist I could loop for days on end.