A clock without hands

Life keeps on turning,

I don't know where I'll go,

Can't you see I'm hurting;

In every line I ever wrote?

No more poison

Left in this bottle,

A puppet ;

With strings that keeps toyin',

Its oh so awful;

And you love it ,

Yeah, you love it ,

I can't believe it,

This is my cry for help;

My thirteen reason,

A battle with these demons ,

I'm sound asleep;

Weak and ready to weep ,

I can't wake ,

I keep on screamin'

Inside this coffin ;

Pleadin'

To stop the play ,

The curtains close,

I stand alone

On the stool;

I'm about to kick,

With the rope

Around my throat,

Just another helpless fool,

Watch on my wrist;

To watch how time is fake,

Life; a gift..

I couldn't see,

In every poem, I let out a plea;

A plea to just be free,

And to watch my problems flee,

Now the time

Has arrived ,

Like every poem, every line;

The time

Has arrived,

My last words;

As I'm hanging,

I've been hurt

Maybe now, you'll have

Understand

All that I was saying.

©MattTheOneAndOnly