10/1/2017 0 Comments the untitledI take the blood of Moments
And I pulverize their veins I crack the skull of Seconds Just to find more of the same The pendulum inside me Rides a ghosted, dreaming chain I'll scratch the itch of Minutes While the Hours take the blame They bump into the next one And they leave no Day alive They fester up in secrecy: Stillborn Years in hives Unwind the recent gears that lay a matrix on my name Unplayable perfection On a boardless losing game I drink the Sins of Decades As they soak the skin of time No offer will survive them Left with Centuries behind.
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