Timeless Friends

If time is so short,
Then why not we count by seconds?
If time is so long,
Should we not by scores?
All that seems gone,
And all that seems right,
Will it be so?
By the end of tonight?
All that is well,
And all that is hell,
Will it be so?
After the last leaf has fell?
What is it that I say,
These words spilled on the page?
Mean they anything by ink,
Anything but a cage?
Of dark and lonely days,
Where are they all to say,
Where are our friends so dear?
They only come when may.
When my skin is just a shell,
Empty of all matter,
When my eyes are just windows,
That see all of the latter,
When my mind is just crickets,
That chirp beneath the dusk,
When my heart feels nothing,
Not even mere lust.
When the air is full,
Of silence piercing by,
When the time has stopped,
Or I hear a killer cry.
When time has run away,
With seconds held so dear,
When we grow older,
When even a rock tears.
Where are my friends?
When these events occur,
Where are my friends?
When there is no deter?
Where are they, those angels?
That hover above me by flight,
Where are they, those devils?
Who trick me with their night?
In the light my heart feels pain,
But in the dark, it naught,
In the water I can drain,
Everything that I have taught.
When seconds are so little,
And everything seems rare,
When I have not the time,
To even say a dare.
When I have not the time,
To wonder where they are,
Time has no need for love,
When everyone is far.
This plane is wasteful,
Says my soul,
This life is over, gone, for sure,
Or am I growing old?
Help as I fall,
Into hell and beyond,
Save me as I trip,
Into this dark and dreary pond.
Wonder whether I am sane,
When the air has cleared at last,
Believe that I am sane,
For my last breath has past.