Hurt girl
Living in a hate world...
She spent hours of her life
Running around, smiling, looking...
How I separate my desperation
from this vapor-like illusion...
Overwhelmed,
overpowered...
Draped in shadows
he wept for the days...
The clock's faithful tick
Splinters the patient silence...
Surely knowledge is knowledge,
no matter how that knowledge is acquired...
Though I've been a liar, cheater, and thief,
as a person I am driven by a single belief...
Tick tock says my very annoying grandfather clock,
I yell at it to stay quiet but it just keeps...
Crashing waves upon the shore
never will my eyes see more...
We spend life chasing time
from the womb to timeless tomb...
On an Sunday morning, when the crisp fall air...
"Such were the days when once the memories of...