Deadlines, Deadline, Deadlines,

Strange how time flies,
Hours, Minutes, seconds,
Time cries,
When you don’t rely on love.
Their affection is not present,
Slow searches
A manifestation of electronic desperation
Lone in hate, pain and fear itself
Slowing your mind,
wounding your slice of life
Those happy times refuse to be rewound,
In your mind’s eye.
Alone, stuck with no mirror,
no companion, no self,
disembodied perhaps eternally,
no place will you be from,
to none will you return.