Time

We sit inside a vault prepared to die Proned to ashes scent fragrance ellusive tide; Strong impulse as a caged rat hidden in a hole The path is now broadened to the dire sentiment unseen, The rocks that caress the usual quest; Time Through its barren climatic rest a modest approval Through oceanic base temperments such as rural; Time can't ever be taken back once it's had... Among vested tempers with wings on fire Time A scorched in slight appeased gravitational pull In created fancy the tug at heart to light a spark Trust that the moderation of your applause may, Equate logic with the most radical fear Time I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain; Tranformation from.... Words in outlined frame abased through a filter, The mystery in words is it any wonder... Time A line formation in its exquisite text duration; Blinded columns of pillars scorched in fear The heat of resolution had vanquished into air; When will we ever seem to learn Another moment in the sun having its page turned. Shadows proned again in desolation sheltering demise Twice bitten once shy to rely; A devision of sorts sprinkled on its lethal bread Many visions of sort twirling around inside my fragile egg shelled head. Time