The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Stitched with smiles,

Tieing the thousandth knot,

Painting with roses,

Sleeping, but not dreaming, where the lies were caught.

Something's getting in the way.

Spoken under the breeze,

But above a butterfly's whisper,

Spun from what's missing,

Opposing the victor.

Something's just about to break.

Half a heart,

A stolen storm,

The time seems to idle,

Seconds bought by the tragedy where the seams are torn.

Something's spelling out my name.

Crimson dusted over the gray,

Ice woven into the scars,

Haunted by my own ghost,

A burned page from the start.

Something's lost in the Clockwork,

Breaking the flawed ways.

-Victoria xX