Post by Rackinac on Nov 1, 2006 17:46:20 GMT -5
1, 2, 3...
Your life is ticking away
Day, after day, after day
Hurry, hurry, time is low
Flying out the window
4, 5, 6...
Continuing to decend
Time is nearing the end
9 months to make
1 second to break
7, 8, 9...
I see the sands flowing
Time for you to be going
You've made your mistakes
You knew the stakes
10, 11, 12...
Everyday tasks in time
Everthing changes on a dime
We are blinded by darkness
Not knowing what lies in the abyss
13
Welcome to my afterlife
Your life is ticking away
Day, after day, after day
Hurry, hurry, time is low
Flying out the window
4, 5, 6...
Continuing to decend
Time is nearing the end
9 months to make
1 second to break
7, 8, 9...
I see the sands flowing
Time for you to be going
You've made your mistakes
You knew the stakes
10, 11, 12...
Everyday tasks in time
Everthing changes on a dime
We are blinded by darkness
Not knowing what lies in the abyss
13
Welcome to my afterlife
This is based on my feelings on life and death.
Life is unpredictable like being in a dark maze. You don't know what is ahead, options to your side, and behind is, well, behind you. You must make your way through, all it's twists and turns. Then there are those dead ends. No escaping behind you, no way left, right, ahead. You don't know when, or how it will happen, but it all counts on how you go through and the paths you take. In life you don't know what is ahead, you don't know what will happen when you make choices, and if it'll lead to your end. But there's the finish of the maze. What will be there? What happens? darkness for eternity, or a gateway to your afterlife? This poem shows a man, who had made the wrong choice. What was it? Whatever it was, he was wrong and it's leading him to the end. Of corse, he didn't know he made the mistake, so he kept at it. When he reached the dead end, as I called the 13th hour, we don't know what happend, all we know is that his time, was up.