Around me
the freezing hands are tightly holding
A bitter need
the flower of a rage unfolding
Taken from me
and drowned beneath a sea of shadows
While I bleed
and reach for you from sunken hallows

Time takes the soul
to mirror thoughts of contemplation
Time takes control
to whisper thoughts of inspiration
Time takes the soul
until the end is destination
Time takes control
to kill the thoughts of hesitation

I can see
the place in me where I can find
What I need
to sort the madness in my mind
Inside of me
a distant memory that I hold onto
The guide I need
to lead me through the darkness to you

Time takes my soul
to wipe away your degradation
Time takes control
to tear the bars of separation
Time takes the soul
that cries against your violation
Time takes control
and gives to you your liberation

This poem was partially inspired by, and sort of written to a combination of,
the songs, "Plush" and "Big Empty", by Stone Temple Pilots.

The other inspiration was the movie, The Crow.