22 fevereiro, 2010

20 minutes/ 40 years

Tendrils Extend from the cloudy black mass
They slither and slide through the ones and zeroes
Prophecy of collapse unfolds
Last grains of sand spiral down the hole
Chance has graced me with a gift
Grasp at gold before dark descends
Sun beats down and panic Reigns
In this time of ending
Eyes Shut, Feet bare
For this journey, I'm unprepared
I walk on
Sight Renewed
Seek New life
I seek New life
Seeking her the one
I wish to see
She wanders the outerlands
From the grasp of wolves I will pluck her
Twin arteries flow with the pulse
Of one mighty heart