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Numbers Mocking
Contributed by
lostrelic
on
Thursday, 4th September 2008 @ 11:57:29 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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So the clock stares at me its movement’s translation in my environment
It’s beat like fists on my coffin hammering to be set free
The numbers mocking me in there sullen stares
Watching seeing from every room no escape from its clutches
I unplug for freedom running from spot to spot stopping its tune in its tracks
Sitting back closing my eyes and laughing the manic in me feels alive
I look out the window and stare at the city streets curse you I yell
My enemy flashing its eyes to the night skies
Closing my blinds I hide in the dark sweating moments of bliss and fear
One day I will win over you if I have to wait till eternity
Conquer you I must to be able to face tomorrow
To set free the pasts that lay in wait
That sleeps in vain
Wake the sleeper tell him time has come
And gone
We have won
Copyright ©
lostrelic
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2008-09-04 11:57:29] (Date/Time posted on
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