Time Stands Still...

That little mountain raises (silently)

while other dissolve into a plain

time redefines itself (irrationally)

and falls in sadness grain by grain...

"Time heals all the wounds"

The two-tongued echo seems to say

but nothing, nothing changes

still pain remains, won't pass away.

I went weak, as I grew old

and time itself has made me slow

and as I close my hand in darkness

a thousand seasons come and go...

Mighty enought to cover all

and also cruel enough to reveal

but the wounds and scars I carry

neither force nor kiss can heal...

No, Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing

spitefully turns away and laughts

leaves you half-broken and defiance

is only added another scar...

Call it "blind" how I am writhing

counting hours, centuries

the pain it grows and glows in tides

unable to vanish, unwilling to cease...

No, Time heals nothing, nothing, nothing

pushes 'till we're diping into different flesh

time heals nothing, nothing, nothing

just a polarity of inner flames...

Time's finger claw, I'm losing hold

there is no hope for me on earth

Time either still or maybe rushing

in any case it will turn out worse...

Time is fleeting, Time stands still

it stops for no-one, and we're trapped within

thought I may dream of the Light

I am falling back into the left-hand side...

How I wish that I was dead

and rest in final peace

but even the Luxury of Death

can't cure the wounds Time cannot heal...