Oct 2013
Time escalates by leaving me time to think. How many times have I stood, staring in the mirror, blinking away the tears, each image coming clearer?
Time shattering truth in anger, each shard cutting deep but each cut cutting deeper. Alone on the floor, myself against my wrist, crying on the phone, hearing the clock as it ticks.
Standing on a bridge, screaming at the sky. Picking each Iris, crying and asking why. Rain may wash away the tears but you're always left crying, wishing away the years.
They tell me all the time, "You are not alone" but all that I touch, just rots and turns to stone. Hourglasses turning in hands, keep restarting the never ending sands. Make time last, I can't. But remembering is a curse, in which will be grand...
Time shattering truth in anger, each shard cutting deep but each cut cutting deeper. Alone on the floor, myself against my wrist, crying on the phone, hearing the clock as it ticks.
Standing on a bridge, screaming at the sky. Picking each Iris, crying and asking why. Rain may wash away the tears but you're always left crying, wishing away the years.
They tell me all the time, "You are not alone" but all that I touch, just rots and turns to stone. Hourglasses turning in hands, keep restarting the never ending sands. Make time last, I can't. But remembering is a curse, in which will be grand...
