This is some terrible shit I used to write years ago.
From man's hand came the divine
hand that marks time
Measures the invincible invisible
And the moments point quick and fade
Dying life, dried tears, goes another day
The years become minutes
A sick lord indeed
Racing onward to finish
Slave your way
To feed hungry mouths, and keep from the cold
The have you be the collar since you were born
Around your neck they hold
And as scars become memories
Wrinkles paint age on your skin
Remember to never give in
Though giving up may be the only way
To escape the rotten age
Life of suffering, till my peaceful grave
The mind scars as well
Lashed and battered
Torn, stabbed by those you once loved
Always a struggle, just for a satisfied mind
just for the indulgence of another's warmth
The gift of someone's lips
Smiling and sweating, laying up towards the ceiling
Losing all hope for love
The hand is moving, pointing
Watch it all ride by
Watch the fish float onshore
As the oceans dry
Waste all your time
Indulging before you die
No money
Love and nature I say
But it may be too late for me
Unless you can point a finger back
or come here to save me
