Bloody Time
Tick – another minute goes by…
Another calendar, another clock…
If I turn off all the noise, I can hear my heart beat…
That old empty sound…
The vast open array of life, seems to creep through my windows and guards my
door…
In visions of yesterday, they came knocking and left a note, we’ll call back, signed,
life…
Tock – It is nothing more than times passage…
It is but another lock that keeps me in this vision…
Separate in the knowledge of action, there is no place to call home…
Driven by the thirst to make the most of this cold place – I curl up in a quiet spot to
view the hands of torment…
Tick – another minute goes by…
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