The Endless Cruelty Of Time Poem by don't ever ask

All of this will never suffice,
All these hopes, all these dreams,
They remain superficial
Just like me.
In my deepest and darkest,
Loneliest corner of my heart,
I am trapped and crying,
Blood tears cover my face,
Thinking, thinking about you.
And time, cruel, fair time,
Continues to pass,
Oh so fast yet oh so slow.
Time, oh it doesn’t reside in your eyes.
Those eyes that pierce right through me,
In which Hope and misery reside,
Those eyes that have no match,
Those eyes than only in you I can find.
Those eyes, timeless, endless,
Haunting and undeserving of my praise,
Those eyes, that now, my existence defines.
What is it about time?
That is so beautifully painful,
And so horribly sweet?
What is it that makes me want to have it?
And at the same time, put and end to it?
End it and enter the never-ending dream,
The dream which is past the point of no return,
The dream which death,
So kindly offers.
Though I only wish to finish with time
And enter that wonderful dream,
If you’re present in my eternal sleep,
The object of my dreams.
Will anyone suffer for it?
Will angels be terrified of it?
Will my soul ever rest?
Or like this shall I remain?