Time
Time is a tightrope...a tripwire...a twisted toy in bloody barbwire
Time is truth...more or less...where the rich and the ruthless write the history text
Time dissolves inside of dark dreams where life blood spews like volcanic lava
from a billion broken wings
Time sings and screams its siren song...where long lost lovers keep
mindlessly searching on
Time ticks and tocks...slowly heating up hearts into hatred
The timebomb laughs...closing in fast...soon seconds turn sacred
Time is a tape measuring the madness in insanity inches...true ones over time
all turn to treason
Time itches to scratch the scarred and the stained...stabbing and shooting
like a million princes of pain
Time is acid rain in radioactive nuclear pink...just like a slaveship time now sinks
Time tells its tales in its own sour season...tangled up and torn far beyond
the reigns of reality and reason
Time is diabolical and destructive...tracing the signs...too tragic is times task
Time is a trickster wearing a grinning murdermask
Time is technology with a terrifying twist of traps
What time is it now?
Time never answers and time never asks
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015
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