Chthonian-Ink

The days, they come. Like waves without reprieve. No more clocks... 154, 155, 156... Here come the pains. No more, no more... No more thoughts No more illusions of shores No more blinding sun No more clocks... 157, 158, 159... No more, no more pains... The dreams, they come. Let's start the games. No more clocks... 160, 161, 162... Here come the pains... No more, no more... No more tricks No more distorted faces No more living shadows No more clocks... 163, 164, 165... No more, no more pains... The aches, they come... That searing pain. No more time... 166, 167, 168... Here are the pains... No more, no more... No

Destiny is no matter to chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved. But the important thing about learning to wait, I feel sure, is to know what you are waiting for. The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed in not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday. Do not wait for the last judgement. It takes place every day. Nothing will be done at all if one waited until one could do it so well that no one could find fault with it.

Who wields Your sword? Surely it is not You who pressures the blade to Your throat? The cold steel spits lies even from Your mouth. Now You shake. Why have You removed Your blindfold? Do You now stare into the pupils of my surrogate? Those cold eyes control even Your perception. Now You shake. Where is Your scale, Lady Justice? Did You let it go while filling the fancied hole in Your heart? That cold scale now lies fixed and broken. Now You shake from Your mistake.