The hours, are viciously skinned alive
Being shaved into the void
All along with my once raging hopes

Anticipation, is a villainous bomb
That quivers in my mind
Diminishing the quiet with worry

It is an evil that aspires
To scatter, the fragments of my skull
In a sudden rush of panic and want

I cling, to every fraction of a second
Before the white-hot murdering blast
That will send the world, tumbling to a hush