Things I used to know turn into dreamy illusions
Peace has left me cold and in the dark
So I turn inside myself only to find emptiness
Time is like the beast in the darkness
You never notice it till it passes, and yet when it does it leaves carnage an heart break
So I decide to live outside of time no longer bound by what other deem possible
For in the end time only exist in the mind as does everything else
So I ask you what is time to you ?
Is it the beast in the darkness or the servant it was meant to be ?
