plea

 
taking my time to disect the moment
seeking to slow down time
altering my perceptions help
tunnel vision I see only one thing
the rest is a blur

time hesitates and I move fast
with precicion I cultivate need
massaging its want
it grows inside me

madness stirs but I don't have time for her
mischief is called forward
and chaos laughs
children of the damned to do my bidding

confessing my sins to the dark council
bidden to divulge my secrets
they burn my tongue with the purging

devils of the horde ride it is their right
time recovers his senses with a nod to me, he flys
my plea is heard