The pointers are burning your flesh and bones. But you emboss your soul in the walls, leaving clefts that reminds us the pain.
You beg for no attention, you beg for them not to notice.But pleas are not caught.
They bury in your moaning heart.
The almoner has come, and yet he has gone.
Many doubts in the air, and the pain is still there.What have you done?
Soon the sun begrime its fire, embracing and holding so tight.
I look from the outside, dawdling and fooling around.Cheating myself.
I "want to believe" nothing is happening.
The almoner has come, and yet he has gone.I am deaf, i just stare and blink.
Stare and Blink
Time is consuming you, there's no more flesh.
So desperate, so anxious, so you.
(.:.)-->f. r. a. g.