The question of time falls fresh from your tongue like the puzzling soul of the Newtonian apple. Ill see you soon she tells you and zooms out of view like the speed of vehicles youve seen only few. Your heart ticks to the beat of the large pendulum clock bobbing within the cheap teak frame. The same lies you heard fill your head in movies, you heard then, for consolation instead. The windows to your soul are beat by downpours of sorrow; you see pain through your window pane. Damn, I feel the valley rising and my belly crumbling. The world is falling yet I see people raising castles from the walls in. Is it where I stand that the world shakes or is what I feel just a heart ache? Like a blind lake the pebbles of my soul yearn to see the sun yet perceive it not for the veil shades the gold bands of the sun from wedding them. The world is yours, the world is yours they told you with a scar on their face making you question how far they went to get theirs. All liars. How long did they conspire to make you step into the fire of hell here on earth just because they wanted to see your soul and body separate? While the devils upon this earth conspired He inspired into your soul to raise your flesh and move your bones. The harsh tone of the stones as they sang swan songs fell upon your skin because she left you without a home and a shield of love - your castle. The queen has left the building. Tongues within your conscience console your constantly questioning soul while foreign tongues condemn you. Damn. And you saw them coming. She came with a beautiful name like Kathrina but tore through your Levis and left you bare and devastated. Is it autumn or harmattan? The times you cant even tell like the hourglass is broken and the hands of time frozen by Kronos himself. Life has taken a turn and the soles of your feet search for its footprints as you tumble into the sands of times apart. But thats your story. Mine goes a bit differently. How I ever got to this point, I wonder if the Lord made it so. The internal rhyme of my heart broken into syllables of 808s and low toms. Chimes clang in my brain but I guess that must be a migraine. I pray a mild one. I think whether I lived my past the wrong way and made my present the fiendish nightmare of my future. Did I? My demise hulks over me and I feel envy for the free bastards around the world. All walking freely with green cards as my envy grows even deeper. I could keep talking but my time... My time fades out... My words follow suit... This time around the question of time climbs back into my lungs with the suffocating carbon filled air. While choking on my last breath I look at the cross and to the girl blending into the horizon and say; Save me...
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 23:54:56 +0000
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