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