They speak of hardship, of suffering... of rubble, of rust and poison.
An elegy for what should have been, a devotional to a time that could have been.

Pastels and off whites
Pets long dead and old vice
Novel ways to waste a life
Not enough to kill unfathomable night
Expecting empty hands to replace long dead light

And for all the world's epeolatry, some things were just never meant to be.