tick here tock there

In a room with faceless clocks,
Time stands still,
The days are nights,
While nights are days and days of salvation.

A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.

With a secret told,
It will be kept in confidence,
Close to my heart,
Death's rushing upon us,
The sun's blacked out,
With a thousand archer's arrows,
And your heart's the target,
For their attack.

A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.

Blacked out,
You will not see,
Shut out,
You will forget
Locked up,
The faceless clock,
Runs your life,
And the day is up,
You will not live,
You,
Will not die,
Look to your loved one,
And say goodbye,
Never again,
Will you see,
Shut out,
You will forget,
Locked up,
And the keys thrown away.

A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.

When time stands still,
You are immortal,
If just for a moment,
You will have known that,
Forever goes by in an instant,
Like a black dying rose,
Just another plant,
Millions before the same,
Millions after,
Your death's in vain.

A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.

We are stressed with plagues,
Lock the door,
Avoid the sickness,
Within reverse quarantine you'll shine brighter,
Than ever before.

A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.

We're all blacked out,
In his eyes,
In red,
A thousand archer's blood spilled out,
The white eternity,
In quarantine,
Kept from truth,
The blue,
Another lie,
You believed in.

A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.

A ticking here,
The faceless clock,
Sheds a tear,
As a tock is missed,
Time is revived and it ends your life.

A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010