Prayer to the hour glass.

Yesterday is over, beneath my reach
Matter not whether I beg or preach
For the harsh world is too real to my heart
I'm living in the end even before the start
I wander upon the lost and damned
I feed upon regret, emotions all crammed 
I am powerless, a slave to time
I am weak in this world of mine
Logic and reason are beyond the soul
Torn apart in thought I formed a hole
Hope is like a stone crashing on water
Skimming through thoughts of pain and slaughter
I walk on the edge of my world
mine direction changing as it twirled
I do realize that it is not a flaw 
To think of the past, it is raw
raw like we humans were since dawn
Will we not remain so subtle till we are gone...