Just because my two hands are rough
Does not mean I long less to touch.
The thought of the feel of skin on skin
White hot at merely the thought of sin.
Bless our souls and hope to go through
The pure white gates, just me and you.
As we stifle a giggle, laughter within
And uncontrollable lust akin,
I hope so much the keeper does not see
This heavy darkness within me.
The weight of sin may keep me away
From the things I wish to keep,
But I will do what it takes to stay
So that you never have to weep.

With ghastly cries the clock doth bound
Every sound to earth and ground
Only it sees times grim rounds
Clock! Have mercy on this soul
Once a child now I'm old
The grave outside will soon have bones
Let death not vist to this home
Clock! Go to time and plead my case
Let this life be not erased
Let me slip through times cracks untraced
Let me keep my youths young face
Clock! You tick without a word
Do you not comprehend whats heard?
And earth! For time you must have cure
For you stay pure and so unturned
And I grew weak with thoughts absurd
Clock! I understand your chains
That time may only have reins
But still I'll look to find a way
To cheat on time and shed my fate
With ghastly cries the clock doth bound
Every sound to earth and ground