No mercy with time.

I wait for the it to expire but at each glance and every hint of sound it returns stronger as if nothing had come to pass, though as i rest on bended knee's i expect nothing more then my existence to soon be forsaken. If only intentions were written upon ones lips, the approach from a loam would deem an easier task. I peer through an ever shrinking looking glass seeing something still to young to fail and this like a spoken word is worth more then a thousand names.

At the count of one.. two..

..three

four, intending not to be obvious, a subtle word to shy away from what would seem like the truth. A laugh, a crack and a change from topic the only possible cure from making the same mistake again, Ill just rely on the memory of you.

' light me up a cigarette and put it in my mouth,

your the only one who wants me to die,

I can think of thousand reasons why....'

Paying the slightest bit of attention to detail that i then try to use against you is set amongst the flames and burnt. In using others words in a heartbeat i realise my own can never be put forth. To quote and to ponder about the nature of their intentions are twisted into my own story of anguish, so, i would not have to explain what is meant by them. But then in turmoil nothing more can be said, it was all unraveled, but alas nothing has been returned........