I try to escape and cause a mental shift,
But I just keep tracing time rifts.
The future days just seem to loom,
As every action starts to spell out doom.
Every day I run more out of time,
Fake smiles and laughs turn me into a mime.
Acting out a part in my own little play,
While inside my soul is draining away.
As my hope continues to run out like sand,
I keep waiting for someone to take my hand.
My mind is a wasteland that grows evermore,
Leaving me breathless; for silence I implore.
My body craves nothing, it\'s just empty space,
While widening time rifts I continue to trace.