3 minutes

3 minutes till it all goes black

3 minutes till I find what I lack

3 minutes

3 minutes till my work is nill

3 minutes till boasts had its fill

3 minutes

3 minutes till my ‘masterpiece’ is gone

3 minutes till I realize the beauty of dawn 

3 minutes

3 minutes till everything shuts down

I thought I was immortal, but now I drown

I thought I lived forever, I doubted time

But now I’m  shaking hands with death by hand that isn’t mine

3 minutes.

3 minutes till my stoic face is dry with tears

When I realize, I never conquered my fears

I never sought the knife of love, sharp and fierce

I was afraid to be stabbed by her, to be kindly pierced

3 minutes.

3 minutes to my bare, perfect palms are nought

Till I realize scars meant you truly fought

Against real pain, against true evil and sorrow

The only thing I fought was the people that I borrow

3 minutes.

3 minutes sitting on the rolling land 

Life shifting like heavy sand

I close my eyes and breath with death.

Lost and poor in each dying breath