I cannot write
nor can I speak
My thoughts are empty
My feelings are weak

I’m but a void
that **** everything but time
Time still moves too fast
Too quick to fall in line

I’d want forever
but age won’t permit
So I’ll settle for eve
on nights that I submit

I long for the scythe
to take what was never mine
under the dark hood I loom
begging for it take the borrowed time