Time or The man who lived forever

finger to finger and knee to knee
pages keep themselves turneen and burneen
walking down the broken roads
he's asking alms for broken gods
cookin thoughts for the man upstair
playin jingles on aphrodite's hair
he lived alone in his tumultuous gray
innocent hunter beautiful prey
diggin neath to find persephone's songs
hephaetus couldnt save him from athena's prongs
he drinks the laments of living wrong
death's patience goes on too long
how every breath in wine is soaked
how every depth in height is cloaked
tomorrow dawns from todays yawn
and thus everyday a memory is spawn
on a bed then he would lay
asking nothing of today
for time is right there everyday
its just the sun that goes away.....