This is what happens
when you waste the time 
it would take to stitch new avenues.
To build up a dynasty
of proof, 
but you're all aloof and hiding
trying to forget
how sins don't bury themselves
they only pick at you
in the background.
The heart is fragile
as it wastes away,
it takes a few days, then weeks,
then years and maybe
then peers start noticing trouble.
The horizon line
is frozen and time stands still
in hopes of a chance to change
the world's spinning rotation.