Leave It In My...

Hour glass pours so slow, I wonder if the hour knows I challenge a thought to pass out my mind, and take form through my mouth Dancing in the beginning of the rush of feeling felt of something new Drowning when I realized that the colors of paint were still wet and dripping on me Endless was the craving; wanting for more, less, then yelling to stop Needing to grasp a legde that I knew I threw myself over Poundering now, when I look at the mask that just left this face and returned Leering at this body that has just rebooted it self back to normalcy All I want is an answer, but the page written has already been torn Cowardice makes me do the same, but my writing never stops sinking Erasing it won't make it go away, so I must endure it in my hidden place...