Time is Running Out
You waited too long.
Too damn long.
Clocks shatter and broken glass shimmers.
Autumn has ended and the barren winter has given birth,
To decay and putrid fragrances.
Your grave lay ready,
It smiles at you.
It is an excavation of earth and stone,
An expedition into entropy.
Patience you said,
The right moment.
Let me pour the earth over you,
So that you can taste it.