Impulse

The sands of time s. c. a. t. t. e. r.
across your heart, leaving you b/r/o/k/e/n.

Bitter scars lie deep beneath the façade;
The façade that is now breaking down.

You cry your final tears (you never had
the foresight to see the results of your actions).

Slowly, you pick up your salvation and
take your last breath of pain.

Can you feel time s-l-o-w-i-n-g d-o-w-n...
T-t-t-ticking away to nothingness.

Eh...like the title...this was just written off impulse. Lala...take my advice, DON'T BE A TA!!!