Of Life and Death

The time has come for this time to pass.
Seems like an eternity how long a dying breath can last.
Over and over you see your life flash.
Purgatorys true location is between the future and the past.
The present is a gift, or so we're told.
But not when father time denies you a chance to grow old.
A warm heart with a damaged soul will always grow cold.
It's a journey many are on, and it's a one way road.
Into a six foot grave, by time we are led.
Instead of when we're living, our flawed nature loves more the dead.
Eerily poetic justice caused by words left unsaid.
Once you grow tired it's time to go to bed.
The madness in the beauty is out in the open.
Awaiting our sanity as its token.
A crazed mind is worth as much as a heart broken.
And a spent shell casing is worth less than a barrel smokin...