twisted time
mangled fate
makes the ground ooze with hate
crawling up from dire hell
into a world where life stands still
holding on to a moment of dispare
hopeing for a breath of air
the ground swallows us whole
as we beg for our simple lives
that are worthless and deprived;
of all that’s good
that is happy, that is sane
on this never ending ride of pain
to the depths of the dark
that drives to the meaningless beats of my heart