An Equation. 41

Out of our time, I had rhyme. Out of your pit,  I had no leech. Now I’m here,  alive and well with a tale to tell; but just for you,  Hell. Advertisements

An Equation. 40

We could’ve had a blast if not for the demons of our past. We would’ve had the future shine but not for the dark of our minds. We should’ve had our hearts placed in more than just a glass safe. We could’ve would’ve should’ve been more than this world’s death.