Found

Time … to open My eyes… Time … to finally realize I am the monster … glazed in guise Time … to take responsibility Of your slow demise Of your haunting, screaming, aching unconditional agony Time … has stopped I am horrible Hyperventilating, breaking… Crying—smiling, faking Time … to see where the snake slithers tonight Smirking in its venom of spite To see myself crawl in its loosened skin And become one with its kin The slits of his eyes frighten me But I welcome his sick visions Who made these sticky decisions? Time … to do something To help you—to break me to pieces I am the slime where you have broken through…so revolting Time … to shake the sand away To relieve the burning eyes from the blindness Time to dip them in the cool water of action Time … To close up again I wimper in the dark like a lost hound.. I am so afraid Lost … but always found