One am....... 1:00

It's five to one 

On our way in tomorrow

Every mirror reflects a different grief

Each thought projects, just nothing.

Empty melodies sing cliches that placate

- Placate but never heal.

Skin gives off too much heat

An unnatural exothermic outburst

Uncontrolled, and unnamed. 

It's still five to one.

No change, nothing new.

I knew once what I wanted

Now wishing seems so far away.

Every day becomes a never day

Never becomes too long for art

It's still five to one

The hands won't move, the world will not change.

Time refuses to pass in in-action and in void.