Time
By Netsubo
An isolate figure walks, Down an empty road... Cloaked in a thick sheet.. Of elemental energy A blue aura swirls around, In his mind Emanating the cold... Expressing the numb... Snow drifts in and out of his way Covering up the path he has made Lost in time Are the memories we hold Lost in the depths of the earth Are the imprints we make on each other And we try so hard To tattoo the earth with our own scars... And we paint our pain onto the surface To try and send a mixed message to the skies When there is no point.. Since we’re all erased in time nevertheless.. Try and make an imprint on society When we created it Try and make a crease in time When its our own fallacy Think about that.. Time.. We can break it Since we made it But we would break ourselves.. Can you handle the pain? I doubt that.. So lose yourself in time... I’ll be waiting on the other end Of the spectrum.. Written December 8th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 02:06 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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