Otherly - Year of the Leopard

I never wanted an inheritance
But you left me a pistol older than the both of us
I’ve never really cared all too much for guns
But a loaded weapon is a perfect metaphor for trust
I have never been fond of parting gifts
An item only highlights the depth of rifts
A tool by which we will measure how far we drift
And pulls us in close to hint at the proximity shift
The Year of the Leopard served to confuse
A pain maintained, missed just as suddenly as it dilute
I’ve never really cared all too much for truth
Born into an open clan yet settled with a truant brood
We carrion kids picking at our flesh
We don’t know why we carry on until there’s nothing left
I had hoped I could put the habit to rest
And when this opaque wave of new doom breaks float above its crest

Written by:
Justin Martin

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