Precious Time
What i saw scarred my insides, burned my soul to the core,
I want to go back to how it was, how we survived it before,
Innocence faded like hope, all i recall is torment,
Is it too late, for my sins to repent? have i went too far this time,
To take it all back? Is it knowledge i lack, a passport to the future?
Will i ever see beyond these four walls, closing in on my soul
Entrapping my mind in a coffin shaped prison..
Or is there time enough to break these chains and fly?
Rid the world of the menace bolted in a foreign body,
Not long for this world.
A body that causes mess and destruction in all directions,
Carried on the irridescent call of the North winds,
The sands of time dying like the last ray of light behind a curtain of darkness,
Time is everything; but everything takes time, precious time,
Which i have wasted and cannot relive again, i have murdered my time.
I have murdered myself. And this time; i cannot go back.
What i saw scarred my insides, burned my soul to the core,
But i cannot go back; to how i survived it before.