the long times

dread dead
are my how my emotions are cast
regret pain of past
the hours tick bye
and i say goodbye
but the hours of tomorrow will be just as sad
but the work will drive me mad
i'm broken
heart stolen
i'm torn
heart scorn
i can't get out
nomatter how hard i shout
cuz there is no freedom
only this dyeing kingdom
so i carry on
i'm just a pon
no one knows
how how far this decay goes
so i put another board to cover the floor
and make it perity to hide my rotting core