Hourglass ofDeath
In the passing days, the dimming light grows dimmer,
As my heart grows colder.
In passing time, my wounds have bled,
Though never of the pain could be felt,
For the sorrow of the wounds was atonement for sin enough.
These blood stained hands,
Cased upon me for the wounds I bear not to show,
And lead those who bear of love, to the blinding light,
A false truth that is wanted to be heard, though in reality, is of false.
In passing time, my soul has lived and fallen;
Its chained wings shall never rise again in darkness.
Through the Hourglass of Death, I wait for my time,
Not to fall death to the bleeding of my wounds,
To be cased away in darkness for eternity,
But for the light I blindly follow, knowing it's there, waiting, wanting me to come...And so I shall.
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