Eternity: Sh-Locked Poem by Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff

One spider graves its master's heart,
paralyzing every layer of one's body parts.
Could I liaise, mysteries find their path,
where some other depths lie in the dark?

Time moves on, and it doesn't get slower.
Words—a manuscript for communicating deeds.
Noises stimulate our brain, defining our founder.
Touches, for some, fulfill deprived needs.

Troubles over troubles, manifested in a quarter of seconds,
drive someone into their own laid mystery.
Could a mother teach her son and daughter meaningful lessons.
If it all gets lost in another's memory?

Tell me now, without that pitiful smile on your face.
Don't act like you've ever truly known the unknown.
You're blaming me for speaking in a dead-end maze.
As we know that everything is set together, stone by stone.

Fiddle with my thoughts, but don't approach me with naivety.
Treat me as if I weren't lost, for in the end, we all think in eternity.