9:20 AM - The rest is silence
Category: Writing and Poetry

it was supposed to be a masterpiece

it's just spots on a paper

and now time rots it away, up in a room

i can't lose this, it tastes to good

i can't win this because we'll all fall in the end

i hoped this would be somthing new

but nothing has changed, nothing looks different

time is such a theif, taking what we long for most

if we stole them should we not have them?

what's the use of being paid for, when people will only take.

matches are meant for burning

not the hearts we hold, or the brains we trust

not all is made of love and lust

I cannot see the fire in you eyes, not anymore...

i think i've lost the beginning

now it is nearing the end

and the rest is silence.