Sand in the Hourglass

This doesn't make sense! Dig up the seed. Heartstrings labeled on the receipt. I can't fathom the memories replayed I wish my brain would take my hearts place. So I can honestly think straight for a change. I'm digging six feet for a grave, because thoughts misleading have been replaced. With negative energy and thoughts of hate. Betrayed- the hole gets blacker the nights are always cold. This dream is everlasting the game we play grows old.