The Insane

Life is dripping
Dripping away
Like the sand
In the hour glass

Falling down to her knees
She beckons and pleas
For the forgiveness she needs
But never receives

The tears last a million words
Of lies so absurd
For things she wishes
She never heard

Shes stuck at stalemate
Hand in hand
Of aging himself
Not moving forward or back

A blood battle
Age seems to loose
For how, no one knows
And why is a mystery

Wheezing and weak
She lays around
Curled in the corner
On the ice ground

Tears are frozen in her eyes
Stuck at the edge
But never released
For that time for her has ceased.