The eerie eternal slumber echoes endlessly in your inner ear
It's time to speak ones piece but
What will you say?
When the sun begins to set south of the sea and past disgusts seem to be the size of a strawberry seed.
How will you ponder ?
When your familiar family flutters from focusing on your afflicted face
Who will you neglect?
Time is ticking
hands are twitching
and he is waiting.
At a convinced age, you cautiously comprehended your curious mind on who he came out to be, and like a cleverly cat creeping quietly he's calling.
Sleep never sounded so satisfying
But before the hourglass begins to break one might pray one's last prayer or smite one last smite
So the questions stay
What will one say?