time is running out

run with me feel the flames devour know the world is my everlasting….

she feels the weight knows it runs through her veins and feels it pulse with each heartbeat. i am my everlasting, i am the end of things to come i am the person held within a shadow of the past. the thoughts are empty , chase the bottle and feel it melt away. i am me and i am gone.

neverending and everlasting and the emotion is empty and in its meaning it grows and breeds and feels and breathes …. we are the end and the beginning but the world falls away but the world is mine and i am not yours. who is this image self deserving, chasing the world with the steps ringing loudly on the pavement.

forget me.

know me as the end of everything that is…everything that is me. the image kills me, bleeds me dry of the world embraces the nothing which devours. i will be devoured. and i wish to be devoured, feel the flesh against my heart and the beating is everything and it falls into my being, defines my existence and holds true to the prophets.

hold me…

feel me…..’

know that i am real because i forget what it’s like to be me.

the music plays, runns rampant, controls my everlasting….

can you not believe in me?

can i not believe in myself?

my beginning will only be your end. and you will never understand nor will i….because without you who am i?