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Lost Ending


The clocks swing infront of me,
ticking till the gritty end,
don razor wire cuffs,
as the final one strikes 12.

Lived in this fantasy,
eons of empty fullness,
I'd find a way somehow someway,
And see it through till the end of days.

Peel off the cilice,
the blood sheds,
blood and love,
theyre all the same to me.

Now hang my hopes,
hang them high,
and shoot their children
at thier dawning breath.

Pain now fleeting,
Pain I feel no more,
salt the earth with it,
like millions done before.