There is much meaning i this work. I'd like to say it's some bitter representation of myself.. With flaws, and perfections.. but at the same time, it's everything I could never want to be. Can you see it? does it even matter?

The hourglass has broken
The seconds without voices cease their ticking
and the morose darkness is eternal
In a land without time
Decayed on a frozen breeze
Edging past the clock tower and
....you can't save me
When silence is deafening
My parody
Your double life
A disease of reality that never was
Can you feel it?
Wind breathing on your neck
Perfumed with alchohol
Lacking a savior
Unless lost sobriety might be the antidote
Lost in oneself so unbeknownst
And the voices of yesterday
Are ever muted
Or are you just pretending
But you know
You've seen
and the screams are still there
in your rotten soul
ever searching for a light
That burnt out long ago
for within you
Time has staggered
Dear, in this age...
when i whisper to you
things didn't change.
and still they are just
In your stuppor..
have you forgotten?

That, my friends, is meant to be confusing. For this piece alone.. I discourage critique..