Time
The clock ticks constantly
Almost to monstrosity
It makes me think of the vacancy sign I hate
Constantly going at its own lonely rate
This pencil touching this paper feels like fate
But we should get on with it for it seems the time is getting late
Remember white eyes
Hiding in the black skies
Surrounded by dark lies
In which you only find out the truth as your life’s fate unties
Tick Tock
Twelve ‘o’clock
Time to dock
The death boat
Throw me over but I won’t float
I’m like a king without a bridge to cross his moat
But time comes with death, and he won’t leave a note
You don’t get a vote
As you think time flies
Life dies
Plus we all know god lies
We cannot live forever
When death comes we’ll say never
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