Telling Time.

Every body loves her
except for the people who matter.
Distant and destructive she roams
in the mindless corners of her mind
seeking for a little bit of sense
out of the breaks and the cracks.
Salty tears and moans
never gave her the answers
to those questions
some loud, some quite.

She dreamt of deep blue seas,
and bright rainbows
all the same, all cliches.
Shouts, screams and laughter
with every descending time
will silently, slowly slaughter.
Who?
The ache of a lover,
the hunger of a beggar
and the hope of a loser.