The clock ticks forward, yet we walk backward,
Shadows lengthen in the wake of borrowed light.
Crying time's dissolving tears, we taste
The ugliest truth molded in fleeting whispers,
Embedded in veins of steel and rust.

Can you remember the taste of silence?
The swell of oceans held in broken light,
Where echoes flounder in mis-based melodies
Singing their shards through vapid corridors.