The ghosts of time regrets
Scream
Their life's beretts
Given unto the voice
Filling the lungs
Soon to be dead
Heard only by those left behind
Time and time again
Human kind ness
Does not exist
Without hope
The authority of love
The rebellion of suck!
Not to be trusted
By those who don't believe
If you hear anything
The death screams
The headaches of time
In the decibel level
Of undeterminable pain
Remind yourself
Nothing else matters
When
Nothing else is left to gain.