Shrouded by hopes of bittersweet nights,
following sounds of evening goodbyes.

Tick, tock,
the pendulum
mocks.

A gentle caress from the lips of a soul,
while forgetting the skies of a beloved home.

Tick, tock,
the pendulum
mocks.

Crisp scents of a past, the weary now sleeping
not knowing how our dreams were still breathing.

Tick, tock,
the pendulum
mocks.

Sounds of your heartbeat or my own,
while within the twilight, the clock strikes alone.

Tick, tock,
the pendulum
mocks.

Gazing in your eyes, I think to myself,
the cascades of lies that my lips will sell.

Tick, tock,
the pendulum
stops.

Tick, tock,

the pendulum’s

lost.