*Time, it's approaching.
Running towards me,
No, hurtling.
I open my arms,
to embrace it, with happiness, joy, esctasy.
Because, freedom, finally. Freedom.
But yet, when I have Time in my arms,
Its sneering, snarling
Leering at me
Cruelly reminding me that
She will be gone soon,
Going, going,*** gone.**
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
*Time, it's approaching.
Running towards me,
No, hurtling.
I open my arms,
to embrace it, with happiness, joy, esctasy.
Because, freedom, finally. Freedom.
But yet, when I have Time in my arms,
Its sneering, snarling
Leering at me
Cruelly reminding me that
She will be gone soon,
Going, going,*** gone.**
sadly