It was trapped in-between when the universe formed ... |
The Crucifixion of Time The New Year starts when the dark bell tolls; the past is left for a new beginning. Unseen, unheard are the poor lost souls. “They’re mine forever,” whispers Time, grinning. At the end of each year, he’s sacrificed of the altar of sin that the world’s created. He’s crucified but, unlike Christ, his longing for pain is never sated. With each blow, each driven nail, he chooses a soul to share the pain, laughing as each is finally impaled for in their loss, he finds his gain. He exists between each tick, each tock, only seen by those he chooses. Eternity measured by the sound of a clock, and the suffering of those he abuses. Trapped in-between when the universe formed he longs for the pleasure of light. Denied this, his essence was slowly deformed and he created his kingdom of night. Souls hang on the pathways he has made, each yielding the semblance of light as a glow in the darkness that will slowly fade until replaced on a new New Year’s night. So listen well to the New Year’s bell. Between each of the strokes, hear the screams of those who have found that the true hell lies within the darkness of time’s seams. An entry for a contest that no longer exists Line Count: 28 Thank you for taking time to read my words. As long as you’re here, please, take a moment and leave a comment. Thoughts, reactions, criticisms, and/or even praise – all are welcome. |