inherited wealth - Supine

Surely I could coax a globe

To the fulcrum of my brow

Refracted light through my eyes

Finds a smile in a scowl

But what of the Hell

That tugs at my tendons concerned of only itself?

And what of the house

Supposing that’s something I should be concerned about?

Age of promise

Age of willful indiscretion

Age of relics

Age of tombs stood proud of their toil

I’m still brandishing disdain

Still shooing at the thought of old haunts

For every recollection

There’s always an interaction with your ghost

I know its a fool’s errand

Redecorating the room

I know its a fool’s errand

Redecorating the space

I know its a fool’s errand

Redecorating the room

I know its a fool’s errand

Redecorating the space

All I saw was the blood on the stairs

The shards of glass in the yard didn’t arrive from a leisurely walk

All I saw was the blood on the stairs

The shards of glass in the yard didn’t arrive from a leisurely walk

All I saw was the blood on the stairs

The shards of glass in the yard didn’t arrive from a leisurely walk

All I saw was the blood on the stairs

The shards of glass in the yard didn’t arrive from a leisurely walk