It's twisting with time
knotting my insides
like a diamond in the rough
that's too tough to find.
The potion wearing off
covering my eyes with the cloth
of sins and sinister thought
feeling finally caught.

My mind won't rest
so why lie with the best?
Clear skies will never clear these eyes
and silver linings only shine
somewhere in the back of my mind.
A fool is the beholder
of this comedy, divine.