‚ÄčI see the hour hand moving
But I try to resist
I hear the voices
I feel their angst
I see the horror
I reel in pain
I try to speak
But words fail me
I try to think
But all my thoughts perish
Everything is a haze
I am in my own maze
This is momentary
I lie to myself
Everything has an end
Till then I will pretend

The weapon

Out of his misery he forged a bow
The seeds of jealousy made it glow
A deep dark thought
Made the string taut
A word from his lip
The poison laced tip
Into his heart the arrow struck
He had finally run out of luck
A blood red stain
Was left in vain
His shadow watched
As his soul detached