Memories Being Devoured by a Sea of Locust, Green Monsters With an Appetite, for Lovers’...
The speed of "Time", in human equations, as too life spans and memories.
"Sixty Seconds Until the Abyss"
A grassy knoll or a copper plate, wired to the switch of fate
Coming in, fading out, a loss of focus
Green Monsters with an appetite, for lovers foolish afterthoughts
Glimpses of the past, pheromones have scarred the heart
Dying scenes, pictures torn, not wishing to mourn
Seas of blue, egos bruised, a mist, a trip into the past
Lovers history, thirty seconds have past
Twenty seconds more
Convinced they'll walk through the door
Into your Field of Vision, straight into your loving arms
Five clicks of the second hand
You are Walking in a Barren Land
One… two… three, the skies darken
A single click, and you are feeling ill
At last the minute has run it's course
A single wish set free, among-st the many flung into the air
You curse them all with a lisp, yet only sixty seconds have passed
Until the Abyss
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man