Morning comes
we are fine
noon arises
we are drained
the night approaches
we are dead
to find the world in all its beauty
look no further then a dying flower
to see this life with all its glory
go to woods and watch it decay
for the taste of salvation
all that one must do
is feast on ones soul
I came to you as a man
I leave tonight as a creature
you may hear my cry only once
and you may see my eyes
a thousand times
but my features you will never know
because for the ones who know
there words will never leave
tick-tock
my rhythmic clock
for this is no watch
it is me watching you
as you prance on by
with such glee
and no fright
but as you do
I must warn you
there is no clock for me
only a thickening flock
of dark clouds
that follow as I stalk
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 2:11 AM UTC
Morning comes
we are fine
noon arises
we are drained
the night approaches
we are dead
to find the world in all its beauty
look no further then a dying flower
to see this life with all its glory
go to woods and watch it decay
for the taste of salvation
all that one must do
is feast on ones soul
I came to you as a man
I leave tonight as a creature
you may hear my cry only once
and you may see my eyes
a thousand times
but my features you will never know
because for the ones who know
there words will never leave
tick-tock
my rhythmic clock
for this is no watch
it is me watching you
as you prance on by
with such glee
and no fright
but as you do
I must warn you
there is no clock for me
only a thickening flock
of dark clouds
that follow as I stalk
