It lurks and it will creep. It watches as you sleep. It nows that you’re weak. It hunts only the meek. It haunts only what you seek. Creep, it will never. For It was beckoned by You; OH, so clever.
A pound of flesh with a smile so debonair. A pint of blood, taken out of thin air. “A moment of your time sir?” He may dare. ~Take my hand; only then, you shall you walk on air.~
Ying and Yang, they are one of the same.. Infinitely separated by their name… Yet bound by their eternal flame…
The ticking of the clock edges my nerves. Time… Time? Time for love? Time for you. Time for me? It is half past midnight and there is no availability. Chiming clocks echo through our distance. Had you thought of me? Seconds showing all resistance. The hands edge our way, my heart vibrates with each tick.Continue reading “Timing”
Hypocrisy is in love with time, you see. For, it knows what it does, and exactly what time to flee.