The Hell of Time

BY:

DreamerRoni

A/N: Deep, my deepest piece yet.

Many a tear falls unheeded; they don't seem to matter anymore.

Looking out my window time seems to pass by in haste, or creep by so painfully slow. Time falls along with the sync it appears.

Time echoes with the sorrow that eats at me day after day. The sound bounces off the walls of my soul, my deep cavernous soul, lost of time and a stranger to merriment reminds me of but one thing: time will heal no wound of the mind.

A civil war rages in my head.a bloodthirsty war between my soul and my mind.

On my soul's end, my heart full of tangled emotions battles with ferocious vigor. The ardent love for life and the avid hate for living burn together as one, killing not only itself, but also its foe: my mind.

My mind, however, wages a tactful war on the soul; conniving and outsmarting. I cannot keep up with the twists and moves it makes.

And the time wears on, ever-pushing forward through space, aging this inner warfare on my very being.

So do I listen to my passionate yet self-destructive soul and all its multi- faceted emotions? Or do I follow the strict rule of my intellectual mind, which, without fail, will lead me on?

Only the hell that is time will tell.