no time to laugh
to cry to say good bye
only time to die
no time for the breath
from your lovers lips
their kiss their fingertips
only time to fly
across a shadowed valley
lost in past storms
moments ive lied
hidden deep beneath
the crater filled face of the monn
the pleasent drone of
your heart
slows
and your mind learns to swallow
all the leftover
hours
lost to the reapers grim touch
you invited him in
mistaken for a much smaller
worthless hope
maybe finding comfort
while lying dead
underground
the people all around
woundering what drug this is
you found
(and where they can get some)