Time is a figment of your imagination.
Your mind is infinite, your body is a poem,
But the words you speak are poison; inflaming the world in fire, the toxic taste of time.
The world is what you make it child.
Be at peace in the trees, or make love to the soil.
Give yourself to the earth, it is the only way out to stop the madness from consuming you.
You feel yourself falling down the rabbit hole.
Tick tick tick.
Beware, the clock is ticking faster.
The mother of all, she made you whole.
Remember who made you.
But, mother does not make mistakes.
Mankind corrupts themselves.
As you breathe your last breath, the poison escapes filling the air once again.
You regret your choice, and know that your memories will fade just like the day turns to night.
The laughters and joys, proven temporary.
Only forever in the minds of your beloved, until they too give their last breath.
So as you fight death's grasp, you realize your mistake.
The human fault.
But it's not enough, you have gone.
Perished in the ground, never to speak again.
Your whispers go unheard, like the voices on the wind; spinning in reckless abandonment.
You have chosen your destiny, to release to the maker.
Your mortal sins no longer serve purpose, for something greater is conspiring.
No man made medicine or magic could have replenished your broken soul.
So you chose to crucify the demon.
But, silly you.
You were the demon.
The clock ticks no more.
And then in that moment there is silence, a darkness that engulfs everything.
