DestinysPerspectives

Eight

Eight describes us well.

Infinite loops we circle in the dark.

Secretly feeling so elastic.

Fearful of the sting.

Burying our hearts.

Digging deeper.

Time passing.

Pretending,

there\'s no pull.

Vices to numb,

the tugs.

In the dark

we react to

the sting.

Infinite

pain.

It just

becomes

worse

with

time.

Eight.

Engraved

in our

hearts.