Monday, April 20, 2015

(XXIX) Time Is But A Flavor

Time is but a flavor
Colorful to the young
Gently dissipating colors
Gnawing beneath our tongues
Burning through our lungs
Its ashes we soon become

And if thereafter
I lived alongside Time forever

I'd stop
And wonder
Why we've tried
So hard to savor
Such a tasteless, bloody Murderer

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