Whiplash Redemption
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Everything dies, baby.
Both the wicked and the just.
That’s a true little ditty, ain’t it?
The question is, what do you do with that time between the cradle and the pine box.
Are you a productive member of society…Or are you a rat?
Are you following dreams….or creating nightmares?
Because, in the end, when you stand under the cold moonlight,
You realize things ain’t always what the seem.
There’s a quiet you can’t describe, and a life you didn’t expect.
Good things come to an end.
Memories leave your bones.
All that’s left is to seek redemption.
© Mark V. Krajnak | JerseyStyle Photography | All Rights Reserved 2013
Portfolio | Blog | Twitter | Tumblr
Whiplash Redemption
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Everything dies, baby.
Both the wicked and the just.
That’s a true little ditty, ain’t it?
The question is, what do you do with that time between the cradle and the pine box.
Are you a productive member of society…Or are you a rat?
Are you following dreams….or creating nightmares?
Because, in the end, when you stand under the cold moonlight,
You realize things ain’t always what the seem.
There’s a quiet you can’t describe, and a life you didn’t expect.
Good things come to an end.
Memories leave your bones.
All that’s left is to seek redemption.
© Mark V. Krajnak | JerseyStyle Photography | All Rights Reserved 2013
Portfolio | Blog | Twitter | Tumblr