snarkydreamer

Tick tock tick tock Where is the clock That sounds within my head And all the words That do occur With nothing except dread I cannot feel- This isn't real The thoughts they will remain Until someone Will be the one To diminish all this pain Who can cure All unpure And cast away the lies That do repeat That same beat Of all that I despise? Finished first I must be cursed With what they call despair Help me now- Don't ask me how And really- do you care? Tick tock tick tock I found the clock That's deep within my head It must be fate That you're too late My conscience- He is dead ~ From 2006

The infinite sadness that burns deep inside The blazing fire that can never be quenched Fear and anxiety that cannot be released The silence that can break concentration The eternal embrace of laughter and sorrow Which silences the obvious despair of triumph Forgiveness ignored, hatred within Ashamed and alone stands this white dove Never experiencing true flight- Or wind beneath its wing Crushing his soul with words of wrath- Unnoticed he still remains Septic eyes wander, never leaving a trace Of the obvious stare directed toward this poor soul of despair Otherwise known as melancholy From  2001'