Day 8

1.
Fate is an opiate
Aiding us into remission from others
There is no conflict in such knowledge
Just understanding of order

2.

Would is a word of
arrogance and paranoia
That reclaims a Godliness
We relinquished a long time ago

3.

If there were no cars,
no roads,
no hate,
no syringes,
no diseases,
no hospitals
I would still be arrogant enough
to think there was something
I could do about your death(s)
I would still be wondering if
living through is me permanent markering
Blacking
your future and looking for reflections
in its darkness
But I don't get to wonder the way I would want to
and that will never be okay