Extinction of a moment

Its already 5:12 am,

And they become a skeleton,

Its how life goes like it or not,

Disappointment,

It’s just the way it goes,

They are not the dream that you dreamt,

Its already 5:31,

And their skeletons keep staring at my face,

I feel sadness,                                                                 

It’s hard just to accept the fact that they are   gone;                                                                                                     

Memories are nothing more than the morgue of stories,

The cemetery of time,

Bottled up into the past,

Never to be re-lived,

Throughout time;

The clock above me already says 6:02,

We invest in them,

An investment with benefits that are called consequences,

It stings when decisions about time are wrong,

But what else can we do, we aren’t perfect;

Minutes make fun of me,

They laugh in my face,

They don’t pay rent,

They don’t have a place;

Its already 6:12,

An hour that just passed,

That is just a memory,

To never come back.

They laugh in my face,

They don’t pay rent,

The cemetery of time,

They love to die.

Minutes