Hands of Time

I lost my head, It's gone now, There's no way to get it back Inside one's mind I am blind, Hopeless,pitiful A trail of black, There's no sunshine or rainbows In my state, In my state, Of wrong turns and hurtful burns Angst,among these Despaired hates, Darkness is too easy a way to put it, So I run within my mind To try to find What never seems to have existed at all My half empty glass of impossible, Carelessness,wishful thinking Help is needed though never wanted Not allowed in my state of mind, A monster I've become Not to others but to myself, So now,I look back At the good times that once were mine And sit and think, If only I could turn back these hands of time