Tock...tick...tock...

When the hands of time get lost in the rhyme when they pull you back back and space does crack crack it's torment in a truckloads ride with fraught mind nowhere to hide it's the real life boogey man showing you just how he can take you down down in one blink then sleep is here & on the brink of hell you teeter totter pirouette the curtains shut the scene is set back back you hurl back in time to the darkest days & the darker nights it's the ice cream truck that never comes it's the cold blades glint as warm blood runs it's the sun shining just over there it's the monster creeping ever near when the sun won't rise fast enough his smooth skin hands bring the rough and the dance won't stop only the clock frozen in time backwards tock tick tock it's the sickening taste of copper & dirt & knife slices are the least of the hurt when the scars dont heal just remain it's the constant bleed the lingering pain of a child's heart broken & left to rot it's never enough & its an awful lot see the world dissovle see trust rust feed the need inside the want the must try to grasp on tight a filament of hope or contemplate swinging rough rope it's these lines bleeding all over the place searching seeking a familiar warm face is it giving in or is it reaching out or just more my sickened pen to spout even after he's long & cold in earth deep it's the knowing I am his forever to keep my stolen child my innocence my hope the faint scars left in skin of rough hewn rope. J.C. 05/06/2019.

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