Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ My Obsession with Time ❯ My Obsession with Time ( One-Shot )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

You seem to think time heals it all,
Time yearns on and you remember it all
 
Time holds the hurt, the pain, the sorrow
Time shows you the pills and tells you to swallow
 
The hour hand moves, eternally gnawing your soul
Despite you efforts, the tarot card turns and you loose control
 
It eats away beneath your skin
It turns the walls black, filled with sin
 
The Earth no longer gives you hope
You cannot find the will to cope
 
While picking the thorns from the poisoned roses
From a life of wrath, death you've chosen
 
Material goods have lost their luster
Not even a numbness you can muster