The Small Hours by Young Livers
What can you sacrifice?
Of introspect, integrity and call it all your own.
A unique identity.
An inane obscenity
To formulate a work with such little knowledge of the world.
Self indulgent and inconclusive.
Does it represent something of us all?
Not virtuous a contradiction.
Exhausting repetition until nothing can be heard.
A lack of dedication perseverance without indication.
As if every fleeting word is a measure of your worth.