Time kills
Father time please let go.
Our eyes filled with sorrow and tears.
His bare hands molding and shaping our hearts into sadness and hate.
Changing the way we see things forever more.
Father time father time! is all we scream.
We beg him to let go.
Alas all he does is torture us.
His menacing smile slapped upon his ashen face.
His pale bony fingers clenching our hearts.
The day our sands run out,
the day we die,
is the day our hearts give in.
He wins that day.
And at another win,
he laughs and snickers happily about his new taken life.
this is my favorite it really gets to me..
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