Hate, we ate, in silence, became tyrants. Advertisements
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.
Reaper = We’re the troubled age, the sorry page of ash’s fate; Doom’s sage at end’s edge.
A reminder = Don’t ever compromise that beautiful mind of yours; breathe life into the worlds behind those daydream doors. Keep it. Save it. For our world has had enough of corporate spores.