There Is No Time
As the city grows smaller
& your gaze starts to drift
Effigy burns
Above an ocean
Of false idols
Hopeless dogmas
There's nothing more than this
Chain necklace of moments
Scent of defeat
Head bows slightly
The form gives way
Glowing embers
There's no reason
To feel sorry
Was intended
To end like this
Autor(es): Paul White