Tick tock like a clock

the hands of time are strangling me;

and the whispers of deadlines I’ve already

missed.

I don’t need this,

and you can’t help me fly.

My dreams have descended,

they’ve blown up in my face.

It’s as though this was planned,

this crash and burn;

it’s so god damned painful

just like it should be;

and oh Lord I don’t deserve it!

And what about the photo albums,

the imprints in my mind;

did fate not stop to view them,

or have the decency to think?

Perhaps he couldn’t care less

and this is how it ends;

with tears so stale, and pain so stinking

dead.

With aged and rotted hope,

the faith of fools

the love of the damned.

And maybe I thought my innocence

would carry me up to heaven,

with wings of silk,

and eyes of stolen jewels.

Maybe I actually believed in something,

and I thought perhaps it could free

me;

save my burning soul from this

decomposing corpse.

The days it seems, floating

out of reach.

The grave I’ve dug, forever

growing deeper;

like the wounds within my heart.

Bleeding softly

and killing this despair gently.

Keep tearing me quietly,

screaming from inside;

nobody knows I live here

or that my demons insanely thrive.

Nobody hears them pounding

screaming bloody suicide,

craving for inner justice;

peace within themselves.

Can’t feel the loneliness

when cancer eats them still,

can’t pray for forgiveness;

innocence only lives once.

And these eyes have seen too much,

this heart has felt too strongly;

and this mind is filled with

burning albums, of all the

moments before.

And nobody’s crying for empathy,

the heartless only can survive;

thats why I’m dying now,

in this hole of broken dreams.

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