I cannot write
nor can I speak
My thoughts are empty
My feelings are weak
I’m but a void
that **** everything but time
Time still moves too fast
Too quick to fall in line
I’d want forever
but age won’t permit
So I’ll settle for eve
on nights that I submit
I long for the scythe
to take what was never mine
under the dark hood I loom
begging for it take the borrowed time
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
I cannot write
nor can I speak
My thoughts are empty
My feelings are weak
I’m but a void
that **** everything but time
Time still moves too fast
Too quick to fall in line
I’d want forever
but age won’t permit
So I’ll settle for eve
on nights that I submit
I long for the scythe
to take what was never mine
under the dark hood I loom
begging for it take the borrowed time
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