The Clock
Time that never ends
Ticking, beating out a rhythm
That endless noise they say is silence
My ears bleed, my mind screams
Trying to remember
The clock has blood on its hands
I am outside looking in
I hear bones breaking, flesh yielding
I cannot write such dark passages
Of a love gone bad
The look of peace on her face
Happy to be gone from this life
That look haunts me
Did love, mercy guide my hand in this?
Did I take the life I love so well?
The sickness changed the one I knew
The shell left behind
No longer holds the love
That held me to her
That ticking clock has beat its last rhythm
As I lay down beside her
I hear the ticking clock no more…
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