Killing Time
Suspense kills
I would kill again
grasping at fate, where it lies
on my conscience.
What's left of this you have a taste for now,
pulling together,
moving on to what you left behind,
Stripping time
I time travel until I belong in my skin,
no longer in limbo watching the clock,
your lies wasting away the hours...
a thankless task to cling to time,
always waiting for what I cannot decline.
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