The feet and the weight they bear. Slide through the hall and creak down the stairs. In my room I breathe stale air. A current of thoughts flood my head with despair.
By my side, magnetized. Arms are glued, fingers numb. By my side, I'm denied. Hanging on relation. By my side, fears implied. Falling in-formation.
In our prime, we've sought the same. Temporal satiation. In our prime, aspersions were cast. Through this quarrel of consecration. In our prime, conditions maimed. On temptation, actions are blamed.