STRANGLED TIME
By dark_mistress
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.