Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Walls of Time and Red Wounds

To break through this wall,
Every try, every breath,
Broken glare by glare.

Damned indifferent stare, looking down.

Doing that which breaks the most.
Doing that which breaks the host.

Think should tell the truth,
Far less painful from this side.
Shadowed mercy, never thanked for.

No.
No demon could deny.
It's sakki that flows,
The sense that runs.

Living cursed with your presence.
It will be my burden to bear.

No easy way to explain,
To undo the believes laid on.
The wait fell down chasing love.

Crashing violently...
Into my life...
Out of my life...

Now it's moving me along,
Fading away the shade of lost kingdoms.

What I want and what can happen
Will not be the same.
So acceptance is the only choice time will bring.

Time and time.
More time.

When will the clock wake up,
And realize that it goes too fast for us all.

Never too fast to escape your look, though.
Never too slow to make it go away quick enough.

Trapped between times of time.

When will the clock wake up...
When will this wall fall down...

Only time knows...

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