Confession of an Hour Glass

Hold on, the sunset is uneasy now
'You are my weakness
You are my fulcrum
as I sit on this table,
memories are forgotten pennies
They are lined around me now
                Seconds ignores my feelings as I say them aloud.
I'm stuck in the twin flask of this century
being given a chance,
I refuse to deny
and realize you are not medicine,
         though Time has been rattling my sand in his hands.
Meaning I feel that I'm falling in.

He unlocks the hour glass
and I jump out in one piece
This body is one of my last temples
The hour won't last!
I find it better than the aroma of the cigarillo that the last man had had when.                        
he tapped my containment.

During my last hour,  I found
out that I was finally inane

I slept with Time
and after I clothed myself t jump back in
the sand, what he told me still haunts me
for the rest of my life
'You will always spill sand and will never see dusk again"

Then he dropped me
and I met Ground .