You crave

The Antebellum lifestyle.

But you’ve spent up all your wishes

In another life.

And time steps back for nobody.

“Broken Past”

Do you know what it means?

I bet it’s not what you think.

I have this feeling

That you’re just a little like me.

I think I’ll call you by your taken name;

That seems to say it all.

The pleasure you discover in this final push

Is delicious,

It’s sticky, lingering between each ivory formation.

It’s sweet, an endless flow of precious nectar.

Step into the peace of Antebellum.

But don’t run.

Walk, unafraid.

Listen for your taken name…

“Broken Past”,

You have the power to move.

This could be the end of time,

And the start of something new…