Cruel Time

Sweet time is racing.
Running from us.
So fast that our legs begin to ache.
So far we haven't givin up in this race against time.
What will we do if time reaches the finish line first?
Will we give up?
Or will we challenge it again?
It ticks with pleasure from our morbid disapointment.
As our punishment we are whisked away.
Far from eachother we are placed.
Cruel time.
Time has our laughs.
Time has our tears.
Time has our secrets.
Time has our fears.
Now cruel time is freezing itself.
Freezing everything we've had together along with it.
Cruel time.