Sand Trap
This hourglass of mine
shall be forever a shrine
my desires stir inside my soul
rising the blood lust to a fever pitch
containing the want to a lil itch
a scratch in time through the stitch
sew up this womb and cry not ever
push down the pain break in the new lever
crush the frame of this old clock
break in the running tide
seek not time in this endeavor
bring forth the man in the moon
and in his heart ye shall hide
come up quick or come up soon
im stuck in time spinning in the sand
doomed to my trap and hook looming o'er there
this elequent trap of sand
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