It's 12 a'clock
Tick tock
The crow sweeps below
Bam! He has it in a lock
He is like a hawk
It keeps nicking the flesh in joy as he plucks
Meanwhile all the lush blood creates a flood
There I am trying to mop
But there's so much blood
That I become one with the flood
And every life form dies with a plop
It's 12 a'clock
Tick tock
The crow has a lot to feast upon
It's 12 a'clock
Tick tock
Here comes the herd
Here comes the flock
They eat everyone
Till I'm the only one
Left to gobble
It's still 12 a'clock
And although the crow has eaten me raw
While in scorching pain I yowl
But here I am starting to croak out
While I crawl towards the clock
And restart it to 12 a'clock
And it all starts again now...
-yes I still love you "more than words"
And it hurts while I hurl penetrated by swords
But you don't love me "more than words"
You're not in pain penetrated by swords
Because I'm the only one feeling in this "you and me" world...
That's why I choose to ignore
Even though my eyes are so sore
From crying myself to sleep more and more...
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Poems: The Dark Secret
PoetryThere's a lot you can know by mere words mashed together expressing feelings, thoughts, and you revive memories and share an exquisite unique connection with that person. And that is why I love doing poems and I hope you reader, like them as well. S...
