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Hourglass : Broken

Life : A race with the speed of light to the stop sign at the end of the street

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, don't stand still now or you'll start to rust

You don't know how to cope, as this cognisance becomes a curse

Introspectively trying to assign worth to this subsistance

You find your only desire, is to set this soul afire

 Breathing  in smoke from the great blaze

Everything else, starts to fade

Pain,heartache

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Now gone

All that's left now

Is the remnant of a song

Crashing upon the  ears of  the deaf

The flash of light obscured by the darkness inside

Now the nothing consumes all that once was, all that was pure

Twilight forgotten, longing set in stone, the shameless now demure

The terminus: a line drawn in the dirt, oblivion becomes the blushing bride