{#66} “The Impending Hour” © October 2, 2016

The hourglass has tipped

Constantly draining  

Now

All of the sand is running out

Impending doom is near

Like a freshly sliced wrist  

Constantly draining

The lifesaving blood force

Is leaving the body

Inevitable  

Is the impending doom

If you read the sands correctly

Or the blood splattered stains  

Against the wall

It’s too late  

Nothing can be saved

The sands of time have run out

Everything has stopped

Look up to the sky and pray

God Help Us All

-vicki-