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. Advertisements
I’ve been a slave to my demons; unwilling victim of two-faced humans. Then again, the angels were never my friends; just a means to an end.
You were a time, the only one I called mine; reminded me of a time, filled with roses and rhymes; held me at a time, through fantasy’s lines. You were a time, my broken spine; reminded me of a time, a bloodshot of pine; held me at a time, I didn’t call mine.
Forth onto Froth = Stay low, soft knees. For pain, you’ll see. Chin up, young one. For death, there’s none.
Fractured = I rinse my hands off this bloodied soap. In hopes, that it’ll rid me of our sinking boat. No more ropes, to a once promised oath.
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.
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.