The Ghost of Time

I am the ghost that breathes in time
along your restless rhyme
the limb shatters peace
singing screams for cloaked release
I am the hymn that bares
your soul to all the stares
of wicked men and stupid
and words that beckon lucid
the crippled and the fortune
the desperate to come soon
the one's who seek for pain
in the lessons that one gains
for falling always ageless
a seasoned death is faithless
a condiment of suffering
comes free with stuttered shuffling
The meek inherit the fool
the creep will use his tool
to poke in secret places
and mildew all these ages
with wax and rot and grave juice
in simple style to stage suit
and block the common herd
who with the gall compared
to those free given love
and reasoning above
what is their common due
their wonder when and who
I am your ghost that wanders
your wishes crushed and blunder
all gone and less be bared
to die why now be scared
It is over and then your gone
to finally belong