#dutchfries

Eye to eye and face to face Heaven’s judged deserted place

A present feel of missing parts Forsaken prayers left in shards

Whatever path we take we know On twisted roads to hell we go

Black feathers and a shiny chain With shimmering eyes it laughs Through the pitch-black winter night

Tight-lipped, close-tongued, I stare The creature crying sneeringly Through the pitch-black winter night 

Σιωπή  Σκοτάδι  Ένα άδειο σπίτι 

Ενοχή  Εξάντληση  Το νιώθεις κι εσύ; 

Does an open eye Mean one can see?

Does an open mouth Mean one can speak?

Does an open hand Mean one can be trusted?

Does silence Mean one cannot speak? 

Does ignorance Mean one cannot learn? 

Do you ever just

Like

You know

When you just

Another time

Again

Then and never

Now again

Never anymore

Like

Do you ever just

The clock melted in my hand

Time dripped out and spread across the floor

Its hands were made of glass, and shattered into tiny pieces as they followed

The gears loosened and were launched across the room

Finally, the clock’s face also lost its grip and slid out

Have you ever witnessed time running out?