Time, an invisible reality. Bearing witness to the truth that we attempt to perceive. A 4th dimension filling us with anxiety. Apprehension over the minorities. Inhibitor of our creativity. A concept that gives life its fragility. The Reaper harvesting the dead. Ticking away as our breaths waste away, as we begin to decay, as our thoughts fade away, as we drift into sleep where our secrets...we can no longer keep. Man fuck life, Man fuck strife, why do we need to deal with the sleepless nights the constant fright, the fear of death, taking our last breath, why not end it all, begin to fall into the never ending abyss.