I have sold my life for nothing
To the thing I most dislike
The Jackal digging in the
Soft soil under it

So touch my mind and feel
The emptiness I now Portray
The burden I now hold

So reach for my heart
For the beat I barely own
The pulse that keeps slowing

The pulse that in time is nothing
But to nothing it is time
Time that keeps going
When it can go only as far
As the tip of a finger

I have sold my soul and lost my life
No more love, no light
Nothing but time ticking on

Until the last gear has moved
And the last pendulum has passed
That is when I will live
Last edited by Artsniff at Nov 11, 2007,