Every night is
demolition night
the daylight
brings no relief

the destruction
continues
synapses
sinews
time is the thief
from which
we can't hide.

The pendulum swings
to turn and it brings
the blade
a little bit closer.

This is the dream,
Edvards scream has jumped
out
from the canvas
to exit from my mouth.

We survive
but only by the skin of
our teeth to
hold on to the killer,

time is indeed
the thief.

Dropping from grace
is easy to face
the face of the clock
is not so.