Time is the real killer
In this game.
A virtual reality
Of nothing but
Bloodshed
Of the masses,
And of the numbers
That condemn our lives
Raw,
With each given second.
And then
Tampers
With our clocks, until
Patience...
Turns to the gun.
-2/24/2010-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem