Memories

Different people. Different stories. Different lives. Same lullaby. Their memories rock them to sleep. They have no control over their situations. So why should they have control over the song that plays in their heads drowning them until they can't hold on anymore? You don't know a person, if you don't know their lullaby. Do you want to know them? Or would you rather be left in the dark just as they are? The lullaby, it consumes them. They don't know how to reach up for air when their lullaby is the chain holding them deep within the dark vast abyss under the hard ruthless waters inside of them. As they drown, the song continues like a voice in their head taking over their whole exsistence. Their lullaby.