The Mad Clock

/The Mad Clock/

Thoughts of you, swirling, twirling 'round my head
Like shadows with claws, grabbing, nabbing, demanding my attention
I can't stop, every breath tormented by you
Every laps of time, every bridge of mine, taken and burned by you
The words you spoke, the fires you dared stoke, twist like burning blades
My bleeding heart, you tore a hole through it with your lie
I need to stop, turn back time, but it won't end, hardly as it began
I need to forget, leave you behind, but I can't turn back time
I can't forget, it's stuck like grit
I won't stop, watching the clock
But I need....

Please!
Stop, forget, begin again
Rain, fire, something to end my desire
The pain, it won't... can't feel anything, only pain
The shadows are growing, I just keep knowing
All that you brought me, taught me, even if it wasn't real
Oh God, the noise...

It keeps calling, your name, still howling
Overpowering... everything else, anything else
I fall to my knees, someone help me please
It's eating away at me, my sanity
Like nerves, scorched raw, pulled out of my body
The ground stained red, the shadows are all around me
It won't end, it'll be just like it's always been
I can't forget
I won't stop
It'll just keep going 'round, like the mad clock
 

Reviews

[Stripes]

The word choice here is amazing and the flow is great. The sentence structure really expresses the pain and longing. Great job!

[B MacGregor]

Spoken like an old soul to a new soul.

Outraged by the constant, incessant, and pervasive definition of time.

All powerful time, so wretchedly beautiful.

And on some days, it really frickin' sucks! Can I get an Amen?