It is to the ones we love
that we gift our most intricate torture
devices, tools hand tailored for creating
our own personal horror.
Have you ever bled time?
Slits leaking grains of sand
like salt rolled twixt fingers to fall
on red ****** meat.
I'll sear both sides and watch
you choose your child over me.
A choice taken in a vacuum and
the whirl of dust takes me.
To the precipice of disillusionment,
thirteen years of a desperate person.
The sands of time ripple,
as present reaches his dark hand back
changing everything,
all of you: I ever believed in.
Sizzle pop of meat on iron.

Eyes closed, with the headstate caught somewhere in the space connecting galaxies.  Examining fallacies told & sold for your time, outlining the travesty of soul.  The bold take hold of the moment & know to let go.  Instigate the growth that no *** could control.  Add extra oxygen for the plot to unfold.  Reach to your nearest Sun & soak your aura in gold.
       The all-encompassing story involves us all, but it's up to you how it's told.  Thank you for narrating, caring, & being of good character.  Eye left a dimension in my music for your verse.  Reflect the stimulus and let creativity surge.  Respect every letter placed together to form words.  I love you, this is your time, let the story be heard~
         Mind open, with the dreamscape transcending space connecting eternal energies...