Race the Rat

Time is worth her soul

beyond love there is still no control

bones of broken dreams and cold steal beams

it seams that we all have one thing in common.

bright lights at nights end.

picture perfect but all faces are plastered here.

Nailed to the wall but not the cross we must sacrifice for tomorrow.

The hands of the clock are always the heaviest here.

Time a creation of control built by the same people whom it erases.

Disappointment when those shadows disappear

The love you have seen is not what you deserve.