Murder Weapons.

Whatever you send my way is coming back to you tenfold.

“What goes around comes around.” Those words come to mind when I revisit my deepest memories of you and I.

We teach others how to behave, but forget to follow through.

It was a night of silence filled with despair.

The kind that leaves us empty, even when our veins aren’t.

It takes more than one to enter into a twisted game, a game that we both knew would sacrifice all faith.
Neither of us should have believed in it.
But there we were.

We both knew it from the start; it never stopped us from carrying on.
If we never intended to hurt, then I never did.

Blood keeps coursing through our veins, endless memories woven into our DNA.

Infinity, the way we dream about what will never be.

So, they can blame us, shame us, convict us for all we did.

We both know neither of us is innocent.

But there we were.

Words as weapons, forced realities as knives.

Scenes forever etched into our minds, feelings we will never be able to forget.

Blood keeps coursing through our veins, endless memories woven into our DNA.

Infinity, the way we dream about what will never be.

I could no longer tell where my fear ended, and yours began.

Then came the silence.

With it all inside our minds and your presence around me.
What happened between us remained untold.

And then came the silence, the way we dream about what will never be.

Infinity.

Inrina, part 1.