Words
Deep currents beneath.
Listen to the silence.
Bridges turn to ash,
The clock is just a ghost.
My marrow holds the fire,
I remain the host.
TIME IS HOLLOW!
I AM CONSTANT, BUT
THE NUMBERS FADE!
I REMAIN!
Skin begins to thin,
But the iron hardens cold.
A lifetime of the scar,
I refuse to fold.
TIME IS HOLLOW!
I AM CONSTANT, BUT
THE NUMBERS FADE!
I REMAIN!
My feet like roots through ground.
FADE!
The numbers fade.
Endless.