Time is the kiss of death

Person Standing in Silhouette at Sunset, Credit: Flickr

Taking one step at a time.

Time is the kiss of death,

Which won’t ever be mine,

Since I am not its wealth.

I doubt that life is not a rave,

Since luck is not dime a dozen.

There is something I crave

But my feelings are frozen.

Relying on my sixth sense,

The black sheep of the world.

I want to make a difference,

In the sight of the Lord.

My life is full of pain.

I have to be on my own.

And make myself arraign,

Aiming to get my crown.