time creeps across the pillow and buries it's way into slumbering minds. twisting and turning into the deepest parts and shocking the soul. temperamental views now spout from sleepy lips and eyes filled with dreams are polluted with everlasting voices that seem to stretch on for miles. miles on a road with no destination, follow the light and get lost in the gleam beware of devastation and sadness because just like time it has a way of dirtying even the most beautiful of things. sweet days are now crisp and without the tinge of fall but everything is falling apart, scattered like a bullet just entered your chest and your trying to breath but there is no escaping this. as if you just popped a water balloon, a crashing of fervent tides now have you paralyzed by mesmerizing advertising of the heart and half pity rest on the spoon, two lumps or three, i'd rather do without but they force feed the mind to envelope in plans and feelings that are just pelting your persona. breaking. broken. you can't remember what it use to be like. all you know now is that treading in this collision will keep you alive but closing your eyes to allow that last slumber to commence isn't far from your mind, straying in and out of the possibility what has become of me.
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