Seeping Away

Beating of the clock
Counting seconds in stock
Leaping through moments
Tied down to memories

Flying through age
Sifting down feverish wisdom
The observer observed
Becomes an idiot

In a cloud of pain
Haze of love turned hate
In the heart of the crossfire
Hides empty divinity

Peering through tears
Listening to buzzing ears
The seer seen
Becoming prolific nothing

Where is the peace
That hides in smoky dreams
Ascension of hell-holed earth
Upon a spear of white ash

Walking in the rain
Hiding in shadows
Stepping upon slippery ground
Hoping to never be found

When the wise loses
And knows absolute nothings
Questions become the answer
Nothing becomes clear

Does it hurt
Being small as can be
Trailing under clouds grey
Hoping to go down with the spray

Where is the lightning
That threatens to strike
Rumbling in the sky
Calling out to me nigh

The clock continues
Wearily beating the seconds
Weighed down memories
Of how it used to be