Time

unnamedThe constant time kept by the clock of pain, the ticking time in my brain, the second hand moves on, causing hurt, the soul does relent, for what it’s worth.

Somehow we are expected to be, right on time, but I’m never free, imprisoned with no trial, life sentence, no use in denial, even god can’t help us.

 

And the times when they came in and stopped the clock, the times the ship was steady, did not rock, all the moments I can recall that make me believe can they be erased, so it’s only the curse I see at all?

If you can’t take the pain from me, then kill my heart,

if it serves me not then haunt me no more with art,

I get closer and closer to where I have nothing to lose,

I do not want to light it all up but here’s your fuse,

and all these words fall again into a deaf mute plane,

So if I can’t see the sun, pleased drown me in rain…and know I regret.

 

Years go on and on and will, life changes all around me yet I am always standing still, it seems not to matter what choices I make if I choose to love or choose to hate.

Others look into the cell, throwing dead flowers, all is well, I can tell by the things that I observe, that I will never be the person the world thinks it deserves.

 

And the times when they came in and stopped the clock, the times the ship was steady, did not rock, all the moments I can recall that make me believe can they be erased, so it’s only the curse I see at all?

If you can’t take the pain from me, then kill my heart,

if it serves me not then haunt me no more with art,

I get closer and closer to where I have nothing to lose,

I do not want to light it all up but here’s your fuse,

and all these words fall again into a deaf mute plane,

So if I can’t see the sun, pleased drown me in rain…and know I regret.

 

Not sure where on the road I’m lost, so much light in me but at what cost, even when our best foot is forward thrust, the other awaits to trip us, as the fall is all we can trust.

Again words I cast you out into the void, I wish you to die with all you destroyed, but yet we run together, in the same pack, chomping at each other’s heel and the lies we stack.

Collateral damages aside, the one thing I also could not hide, was the heart that burns white within, but the time was called, once they gave me my dark twin.

 

And the times when they came in and stopped the clock, the times the ship was steady, did not rock, all the moments I can recall that make me believe can they be erased, so it’s only the curse I see at all?

If you can’t take the pain from me, then kill my heart,

if it serves me not then haunt me no more with art,

I get closer and closer to where I have nothing to lose,

I do not want to light it all up but here’s your fuse,

and all these words fall again into a deaf mute plane,

So if I can’t see the sun, pleased drown me in rain…and know I regret.

Thomas Spychalski

 

 

 

 

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