Every Grain Of Sand,
A Second,
Every Clump Of Soft Earth,
An Hour,
Each Molecule A Cell Taken Away From My Being,
Every Worthless Thought A Burden,
Mulling Over The Possibility Of Destiny,
Is This Mine?
My Fingertips Tentatively Touch The Glass,
My Future,
Slipping Away,
More And More By The Minute,
My Knuckles White,
From Clenching My Life Expectancy In My Palms,
Years Flowing Through A Sea Of Pain,
And Tears Rolling Down The Gullies,
Carved Into My Warn Cheeks,
The Hourglass At The End Of It's Life,
And Mine Is Gone With It's
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
Every Grain Of Sand,
A Second,
Every Clump Of Soft Earth,
An Hour,
Each Molecule A Cell Taken Away From My Being,
Every Worthless Thought A Burden,
Mulling Over The Possibility Of Destiny,
Is This Mine?
My Fingertips Tentatively Touch The Glass,
My Future,
Slipping Away,
More And More By The Minute,
My Knuckles White,
From Clenching My Life Expectancy In My Palms,
Years Flowing Through A Sea Of Pain,
And Tears Rolling Down The Gullies,
Carved Into My Warn Cheeks,
The Hourglass At The End Of It's Life,
And Mine Is Gone With It's
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