The Poison
The poison spills our weak undernourished minds
Spinning through our bones
Like clockwork waiting to be unwoven
Tracking time, never ceasing, waiting
Works unseen, whispers of the wind
Racing through the countryside and city lights
Laughing whispers like secrets untold
Not to be heard
Never understood
The things our eyes leave unseen
Pull us unto a grave methodical lull of time
Creating the soundtracts to our lives
Coursing over us like rivers of vanishing water
Tainiting our skin like tides washing up on the rocks
Wasting away
Slowly
Agaisnt the course sands that is and will always be
Questining our exhistence
Was it ever truly ours?