[ Killed, destroyed, cast down into darkness, never to be seen again, never to be thought of again... Their head droops, as if they're struggling to bear the weight of the thought.
(And they, too, were a flawed vessel. Not right, not fit, for their purpose.) ]
no subject
(In those dreams, the maze never ends. No relief, no exit, nothing.)
They nod, tiredly. Yes. They were vessels. All of them. ]
Made-for-one-use
But-all-flawed-not-right
Not-perfect
Only-one-perfect.
Sibling-was-chosen.
Others-thrown-away.
[ Killed, destroyed, cast down into darkness, never to be seen again, never to be thought of again... Their head droops, as if they're struggling to bear the weight of the thought.
(And they, too, were a flawed vessel. Not right, not fit, for their purpose.) ]