Time creates what life destroys Echoes of passions that reside Like torn fragments of memory Barren wastes breathe unfaltering Never forgetting what was lost Fading footsteps out of the sea Pain ebbs but always beckons Shadows cool the cracks As worms continue to dig Laughter falls like a feather Into the mouth of a predator Life destroys what time creates
Reason for writing:
The title was borrowed from a favorite song by Joe Satrioni, but it seems to fit. This one is a bit abstract but there are images for those who chose to seek them.
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