THE AGONY Of TIME
It's high time we snapped out of all the thoughts
provoking hallucinations.
For no one is promised a never ending heart that
pumps tones of blood across a lifetime.
Oh!
In Agony I cry.
Why does this heart have to stop?
Why would it one day breath it last.
Only in our imaginations
the Universe is filled with just the good.
Where the bad has perished.
And the ugly never existed.
This is my kind of world.
The abode I wants to live in forever.
But Alas!
No one ever would break the Agony of Time.
For now, it's ticking
Louder and louder,
it music plays highs and lows in my heart.
And surely!
There will come a tick that would be the last.
Even then, I pray the Agony of Time wouldn't
consume me whole.
For my plan is to bow out in style.
We survive forever only in fantasies.
Just as much as we hates it.
Our death awaits us in reality,
just after a deep deep sleep on planet earth.!
