The years pass and the faces change

But the tale, it's always the same

I wash away in the middle of an hourglass

Why, oh why, did you leave me to die

Among the sands of time?

How many masks must it take

For all our eyes to open and see?

We weave a cloak full of lies

And meld it to our skin,

A dream

Which does not end

It goes on and on

A nightmare

But your eyes are closed

The monsters are coming

Yet you sleep on

Who am I to speak?

The earth does not listen; it abandons me to the sands

As surely as flowers fall in the heat of summer

I shall be taken by the vortex

No longer there, a memory

The searing heat taking my all

The storm of the sands,

sinking

devouring the world

the silent voices, they scream

and beg and cry

But no one cares

So no one comes

When the world is calm once more

The wheels will start turning

Again

Like nothing had happened

I will be gone, but who will care, other than me?

You, perhaps,

But by then you'll be gone too

These struggles

Hanging on for one more day

Trying, the neverending trying,

walking in the dark, walking in the wrong direction,

walking

But the hourglass is sloped,

we will lose in the end

we have already lost

And thus

I close my eyes

It appears that I chose the right path

But when you're among the sands and they burn like death

What is the right way?

Does it even matter?

Aren't we all

Victims of the

Murderer called time?

Aren't we all

Slowly, slowly

Getting swallowed whole

By the vise of sands?

WRITTEN MAY 12, 2013