I take every beating.
This is too late to save.
The hands of the clock
have seized over its sullen face,
swollen, bruised, mentally abused.
Every breath a sigh.
Every smile a lie.
Every teardrop a waterfall
flowing from eyes
that once only saw
beauty in every sunrise.
It’s all too broken to fix.
The clock has run out of ticks.
The hands that once gave hope
now hang me
on the end of a choking rope,
that for so long I wore like a tie.
Every breath a sigh.
Every smile a lie.
I hid myself from the light
to soak up the darkness,
to which I'd become attuned.
I never expected to feel so ashamed,
to feel every ounce of blame
running like lava,
burning through my veins,
when all I did was try
to keep the clocks turning.
Every breath a sigh.
Every smile a lie.
Every teardrop
that fell from my eye
cleansing away the grime
of so many bad times.
Another reason to value life
now I've found the right path.
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