Time

Time is a tightrope...a tripwire...a twisted toy in bloody barbwire Time is truth...more or less...where the rich and the ruthless write the history text Time dissolves inside of dark dreams where life blood spews like volcanic lava from a billion broken wings Time sings and screams its siren song...where long lost lovers keep mindlessly searching on Time ticks and tocks...slowly heating up hearts into hatred The timebomb laughs...closing in fast...soon seconds turn sacred Time is a tape measuring the madness in insanity inches...true ones over time all turn to treason Time itches to scratch the scarred and the stained...stabbing and shooting like a million princes of pain Time is acid rain in radioactive nuclear pink...just like a slaveship time now sinks Time tells its tales in its own sour season...tangled up and torn far beyond the reigns of reality and reason Time is diabolical and destructive...tracing the signs...too tragic is times task Time is a trickster wearing a grinning murdermask Time is technology with a terrifying twist of traps What time is it now? Time never answers and time never asks