Crumbling rust and rain,
The stains reveal the years to me
No fears come close to entropy
The slowest choking of beauty

So metaphorical the paint,
And tearing paper cries
Such wettened eyes revealing
What comes to everyone in time

The cracking edges rushing in,
To show the bone behind the soul,
Control is far beyond all reach,
I seek an answer that's not "no"

Inside my organs burning,
Creeping into rotting shells
Outside this skin's surrender
To the father of the muse of hell

I will refuse the knife of time
The sickness of encroaching lines
Pushing my light into the bleak
Chasm of this snow-blind deceit

This weak frame will falter,
And wither like the rotting leaves,
Are we of sterner stuff than flesh,
Perhaps the things that we believe?

Are we enhancing evolution, or just spackling the faults,
Expectancy is such a focus, blind to windows for the walls
Forever calls me, is it teasing, or sincere?
On one hand of time is bliss, but on the other hand eternal fear

So as the light lies fading, And eyelids turn to lead,
We'll never know what is or isn't, Waiting for us till we're