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
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