Of Dreams And Madness

T I M E

When does time become enough and not of greed?
Of stolen moments, presumptuous deed.
Thrust like a curse, one bleeds,
For one cannot claim that of which one needs.

My eyes are not blind,
I have seen all the signs.
And though I refused to read between the lines,
I knew you could never be mine.

Time is a monster,
A dragon to slaughter.
And I'm willing to become the knight,
That would test the winless fight.

Once I tasted heaven by your side,
Crimson lips as sinful as pride.
Insatiable fire, unquenchable thirst,
I'll seize forever for just a taste.

Come meet me now,
Don't waste time, slip outside,
Escape in dawn if you must,
For time, we can never trust.

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Madame Thoughts