Death to time

Sitting here not a thought in my head
Wondering where everything has gone.
Wishing I were in another place now,
Wishing I were lost.
The sights around me twirling
My vision seems to blur
Who is the one who is losing it all
Is it me or the world around.
No place to go
Not a thing to do
Wishing I could kill time
Get some work through
The thought awakens a sight
Of a knife dripping in blood
Carving away at time
To bring peace to rest.
Death to the one who keeps track
Of all that has happened
And has the reins
That rule what is to happen, death to time
17.08.2005