Hour Glass

I cast my gaze upon this shell—

With weary eyes and shallow breaths

From this cliff I once too fell,

Wallowing in my own death.



So cast your eyes upon my casket,

And you will finally see.

No longer of use—No longer attractive,

Fall—fall into the sea.



Falling from grace with the devil I dance,

No victory—Just grief;

Too far to see in the distance,

—Forget me, so you could be,



Free—free, from this solemn soil,

Aging every part of me—

Relinquishing this turmoil,

Until I am finally freed.


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