Sometimes I listen
To the watch in front of my computer
Broken, but still running
Running, but still
Broken
Its chimes and ticks are
Inescapable
Seemingly taunting me with time
Or is it the lack of?
Like a dripping hourglass
Or a decaying tree
In a forgotten piece
Of endless night
Of never ending darkness
The stars themselves create
Fissures in my life
The only way
To imagination
Do the stars count
how many seconds
have elapsed
have gone by
have noticeably painfully
ominously
ticked away
Broken is fate
But unknown are the fissures
For it lays within my heart
Yet I have no scalpel of
Courage
To tear open my heart to
Fill in the
Fissures.
The ender stars
Spreading their weak
Ephemeral
Brightness, or dimness
Or the lack of
The nether hourglass
that ticks away
Like waves crashing on sand
Never alive again
Oh the reaper of souls
Never are you caring
Nor are you considerate
Anyhow
I live again
But my armour
My sword
My axe
My
memory
All remained in a fissure
A thousand miles away
A layer of flesh away
