All I Am

Midnight

Tick tock the clock spouts on
An endless cycle of numbers dusk to dawn
Sand sifts through a slender space of the hour glass
Each grain that floats down becoming a remnant of the past
A broken and old grandfather clock still stands proud
He's still quite right twice a day, this feat he's still allowed
Eyes amazing at watching the time, but not grasping at what's truly there
Ceaseless sounds of time being kept as those listening ears go nowhere
A glance at what has been marked on the calendar as more alarms go off
The will to move must still be present, yet on you cough, face drops
An all-too familiar hour heavily known in stories of old
Perhaps this unusual silence indicates how fate has been foretold
The mouth cries in fear as the ticking stops all at once
The squandered lifetime, squandered years, squandered months
Father time is far more kind than what will search those screams out
For the last time, let the memories flood in of happiness, fear, and even doubt
Tick tock, they've all started counting again
Death's wristwatch accounts for all of men
The sin of wasted days was punished heavily that night
A man overcome by life and ridden with fright
Was just asking to die as he wasted his time
At midnight, let all suffering end and fight this crime