The Day From Clay

Lies crack from teeth in day.
By night, sleep creeps far away;
Loneliness hangs stale in the air.

Feet tread a wire line,
The razor's edge draws blood of wine,
Colouring the earth beneath

Which rolls on by all too aware
That time wont stop as long there's air
And dawn will spill upon new days.

Hair will grow and mind will slow;
Skin dries brown under the glow
That sun pours down with the sands of time.

As lines crack from ear to ear,
As years tick as death tocks near
Acceptance assembles as a monument to fate,

Who's blanket lays a morning dew
Where birth rips in and life tears through
And lessons lay within the wake.

Isolation taught to plant feet proud
When alone is felt within a crowd
Of friends, family, or foe

And death will teach that all are same
Who dance the steps within this game -
Everything that rises must converge.

Beetle, bird - mice and man,
Rich and poor - of sea and land,
Together tied, wicks burning side-by-side.

Fear is scared of knowledge gained
That all which live are ever-samed,
As fright rides not atop consent.

Though never think you've out-wit death
By sucking on her leering breast,
The milk of life can always turn out sour

By thinking you've the time you need
To watch life flourish from the seed,
You'll see your wick has not much burn.

Lies will bleed through gums in day.
By night, sleep will stay away;
Loneliness will guide your every thought.

Feet will tread a rusted line,
Salvation will burst and turn to wine,
Staining the earth beneath

Which rushes by without a care,
With time not stopping with you where
Dawn showers your cold, dead face.