Time, an essence of insanity.
An image of morality.
Stuck in the flow of the world,
A whirlpool of nauseous hate.
Tick away without society.
Like smoke and mirrors,
A clock is an illusion.
An objectified piece of angst
With moving hands behind glass.
Time is nothing.
Time means nothing.
And shall forever continue to be nothing,
In the eyes of the people who see...