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When the Clock Chimed 3: Contemplating Once More Until 7 Am

Pursuing peace and prosperity passionately When the clock chimed seven to eleven Earnestly emerging elegance into everlasting effulgence When we experienced our earthly heaven Oh so enduringly and oh so endearingly Aimlessly acknowledging the amazing anxieties and admiring them from afar My uncanny ways took it too far… Like a ever-glowing shooting star… Like an incurable scar is who we are… When the clock chimed 3 in the dark morning When the clock chimed 3, all were mourning When the clock chimed 3, we were forlorning Contemplating once more… My darling dove from up above... I adore this aching, breaking, overbearing and ensnaring heart of horrendous, harmless love Remembrance of radiance rapidly remains my remedy of the highest of reverence When the clock chimed 4, I prayed for deliverance - oh, it was rather intense Meditating mindlessly and merrily while in slumber serenely and shamelessly… You prey upon me pangs of pitiful poverty Underestimated again and again and again Never truly understanding where you've been When the clock chimed 5, you weren't home Where did you roam? Tell me, where did you roam? The rest is left unknown… I am all alone, On my own… When it struck 6 6 times, I desperately need a fix... When the clock chimed 6 When the clock chimed 6, I wandered around, throwing stones and sticks I tried to find you, but you were nowhere to be found, so I built a house for you made from bones and bricks When the clock chimed 6 When the clock chimed 6 When it struck 7...beyond 10 or 11...at least I'm no longer a 6... On my own… I am all alone - Where have you gone? Death is lingering at my doorstep of desirable dread Left in the scorching morning sun at 7 AM instead Life is on the other side of the barbed-wire fence Life is fading...disappearing...vanishing...listening to Evanescence…seeking depression's deliverance if that makes sense... Just to feel like I belong in a sense…in childlike innocence...just to feel fulfilled in this worthless-like existence…

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