Watch,
as in my eyes the light...
Cold, and bright
the white gem sparkles...
Alone within a sea of numbers,
etched upon the skin and minds with permanence...
Consumed by breathless heat
which clings and cloys...
Deep in its thrall the miser sits and counts,
without a thought for all that passes by his door...
By Inklings hand
a simple ring...
There is no dreaming here.
No beauty left in washed out...
I see stars
each time...
Lazy sunshine
rains upon the...
It is undeniable.
This pain you have created...
Thirty.
Seconds stretched like years...
Here in the dark of evenings light
when silence fills the air...