The sun sets in more, <br /> on less, <br />than just the day <br /> <br />As the cataracks of the river <br /> cloud my eyes <br />and the tears feed the springs <br /> that go dry <br /> <br />I am time that passes you by <br /> <br />Life cuts your wrists <br /> to drain the leeches <br />as they sigh, always asking <br /> 'Why? ', with blood on their lips. <br /> <br />The moon rises <br /> full moon blue <br />upside down...dark side down <br /> just below the ground <br /> <br />But like the light it gives <br /> but a lie, disguised <br />A constant wail...discomforting <br /> in the night.<br /><br />Midnights Voice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaching-time/