Anon

Every hour wounds... The last one kills you
with its look of indifference and tears
wave goodbye from the corner of your eyes,
there's no time to release a sigh into
memory's hazy scenes for the dreams are...

gone.

Every hour wounds... The last one loves you
with its painful twisted fascination:
the promise of demise; rippled on thighs,
moments stretch forever's lies across cool
blue death; decayed, it sprays a prayer around...

anon.