? ?
Minute of Decay ? ?
the moment we are born
we begin to die Yet another memory of his past is reliving itself in his mind,
and no matter how he tried to will it way, the tendrils held fast and persisted.
From these memories had come the evil joker, with pouting lips, a permanent sadistic grin at each tip.
Time could flip through numbers on calender sheets,
crawl between the lines that make up ones face,
rushes under the soles of scurrying feet; but here, time will stand still as it freezes all angles of the sun,
and allow only
a minute of decay
? ?
Damascus ? ?
running on black market blood? ?
Relationships ? ?
wasted face that swallowed time
None at the given time.
