Treacherous Heart

You made my clocks go slow, and then the time stood still.

I stood there at the gateway stunned, like a stone face carved with thousands of emotions.

The moments when everything in this world was fading against you the brightest of em’all.

I was once again on the path of all those memories, but the movement of those lids bring reality to front.

Perished as I stand, still holding my hope which is cursed to an infinite life.

Who is to fault; you, me, or this treacherous heart?