Aug 2014
Tormented by the abundance of undesired despair and absence of enchantment
Causing me to rummage for costly vices
As I step into a steaming hot bath I light a cigarette and stare at the clock
It only ticks one way
And as my lung turns black and my bath runs red
I realize I'm accelerating the rate at which the is ticking
Accelerating at such a rate that the clock will breach
Allowing me to join the ghosts in the walls and free myself from the shackles of time
Causing me to rummage for costly vices
As I step into a steaming hot bath I light a cigarette and stare at the clock
It only ticks one way
And as my lung turns black and my bath runs red
I realize I'm accelerating the rate at which the is ticking
Accelerating at such a rate that the clock will breach
Allowing me to join the ghosts in the walls and free myself from the shackles of time
Breaking free from the shackles of time through death refers to our bodies being prisons that we all break free from eventually, and not having to worry about time limiting our lives in the after life we've been taught to believe in.
