The clock it moves,
slower than hell.
Waiting for it,
for the ringing bell.

The lady moves,
like an enemy of mine.
Making me insane,
is only a matter of time.

My missing knowledge,
she always wants to mock.
In place I'm frozen,
like a rock.

My fingers,
crackle in stress.
My mind,
a complete fucking mess.

My time,
here I waste.
My life,
I want to taste.

My love,
away from me.
My home,
is where I want to be.

The clouds,
they weep.
The mist,
sinking in sleep.

The wind,
wandering around.
The trees,
strongly rooted in ground.

The birds,
they're gone.
The sky,
a gray tone.

We live like kings,
yet bathe in poverty.
Finding treasure in nothing,
making us question our sobriety.

We take what is ours,
yet refuse to share.
In most of us,
caring is rare.

Refining our hearts,
difficult it seems.
We all wish for lives,
that appear in our dreams.

Deep down,
inside.
Waiting to embrace,
open wide.

Colors are vivid,
from black to red.
Emotions may flow,
yet I'm still nearly dead.

Save me,
from my wreched soul.
If not,
I fall deeper down the hole.

Waiting to wake,
from this dream.
An all-psychotic nightmare,
making me scream.

Every day is the same,
poisonous and cold.
Stuck in cycles,
it repeats like it's told.

No cure or escape,
there seems to be.
Happiness is only a word,
and it means nothing to me.

Love,
innocent and sweet.
Adorable,
when lovers to be meet.

Fragile,
easily shatters into pieces.
One small push,
to exist it ceases.

Keep on loving,
caring.
For it may end,
and your soul will be tearing.