Wasted Time

Do you know why we hurt?

Do you know why we hate?

Maybe it's because we often forget,

We're in a dying state.

Time is our essence.

We move and breathe by it.

It calls us to act quickly.

To not miss a hit.

We bruise one another

In love and in war.

It's not supposed to be easy.

It's suppossed to drive us apart.

Wasted, O Wasted

Time.

How you play with us all.

You make us forget

About the beauty of the rise and fall.

You injure us with loss and tempt us to do evil.

And what do you get in return?

Satisfaction, by all equal.

You peel my skin and

weaken my bones.

Soon I know I will feel

The weight of the stones.

I will die, I know that for a fact.

But if the Wasted Time by my slayer,

I wish that I had written more on the paper.