Killing Time - Anne Clark

Make the sentence complete

A death sentence complete

Create hell our of hopelessness

Confirm the failure of it all

Falling and calling

Falling and crawling

A Stick in the ground scratches your name

A scream in the darkness is searching

Again and again

Watching eyes wait for sadeness to rise

True superstitions combine and thicken

This poison that reaches my Soul

This terror that blackens my Soul

I must smile at your strategy

And laugh at your plan

And the execution of it all

Like death itself love is rotting inside of me

But there’ll be no protection for you — you cannot hide me

I am cold on a bed of ice

But like seasons I know it will pass

It will always return again though

A Summer of love is a momentary and transient thing

Winter will always return again