The

Hands of  Time

Won't stop for gold

But knows to slow when

longing ebbs and flows


The

Hands of Time

are a rare rare find

But it can blind in

the coin of life


The

Hands of Time

Won't stop, we go

The seasons flow

Dream and destiny bestowed




How I long to hold and stroke the hands of time

By Arcassin Burnham


She murdered my soul , it manifested into flowers.
cheap cologne I got for Christmas the following week.
I used to draw so many portraits of a face that'll never
have flapping lips engraving on my tomb stone for
someones amusement lying to myself like I didn't give
a **** but I did and it hard enough to let you go even
for a minute , it was written that one day i see your face
again and I won't have my soul taken from the way you
treated me the last time and left me feeling so depressed,
I had to tell myself that your a pessimist,
just a figment of my imagination,
I use to think you were a goddess but you nearly had me fooled
like,
You wanted me to be a savage but wasn't that kind of dude like.


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Two times , the surprise in your eyes,
there's a world for each pupil.

Stars will align , within a weeks time,
I swear that everything is neutral.

Head , first
in , to,
life,
itself,
life itself , life itself,
stop running home,
you don't need your wealth,
need your wealth , need your wealth,
cause all the people , the people,
they just wanna be notice in this time of agony,
yeah the people , the people,
they don't want all your city folk or your pity...

Most people , don't like strings that attach,
but like who needs time for love.

but most sheeple, don't like seeing the real,
to find out what lies above.

Head , first
in , to,
life,
itself,
life itself , life itself,
stop running home,
you don't need your wealth,
need your wealth , need your wealth,
cause all the people , the people,
they just wanna be notice in this time of agony,
yeah the people , the people,
they don't want all your city folk or your pity.