One Track Mind

My fingers are covered in needlepoint holes,
and I try to hold onto the time granted.
It slips through
like a sieve,
I'm aging at mach 4.
And I'm on lock down...

I've got two angels whispering in my ear,
but I'm a demon.
Whispering two paths that my future could take,
but they both are well traveled.

I need to find something new,
to opt out of astrological impossibility.
Now I'll listen to anyone's advice,
as long as they don't disappear after purring
about how they love me...
leaving only their smile.