The threads have been pulled
Where do you stand?
Somewhere encased in the sentence
Trying to outlive the hourglass
Well sweetheart the time has come to
Be something more
Be something else

This inability to love
Does it not disgust you?
It mustn't
For you to incorporate cloak and dagger
I only wish to send a message
Ignite the sparks, wake you from coma
Can you not see the abstract that you breathe?
Churning with lost messages of optimism

Yet the worm still excavates far underneath
Unable to breathe true life
Frightened to know love and purity
Pray for rain
So we can see the face of false security

Again