Listen to the clock.
Understand what is hidden.
It's the language of time.
While it ticks,
your lifetime declines...

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With an invisible gun to your head, they say,

'I mean no harm'...

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Listen to the clock.
Understand what is hidden.
It's the language of time.
While it ticks,
your lifetime declines...

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There are some debts that can never be repayed in full.
Like that of a servant to his Lord.
Or that of a child to their parents...

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I'm not perfect,
I keep up in the darkness.
A candle, a pen and a diary.

But what's on my mind is too complex,
I have to arm wrestle my pen to write it...

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Been together from the start.
Until you took the test and the results read,
your cells were Sickle,
it drifted us apart.
Slowly lost touch with reality.
Slipped into depression and drowned deep into calamity.
We couldn't afford wine so we broke burnt bread.
Images of your smile keep playing in my head.
With memories of how we both painted the town red.
And how I got the messages telling me you're dead.
I still look at your pictures, morning afternoon evening.
My heart still sore, moving on feels like sinning.
We've been together from the start,
But the cold hands of death did us part..

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The road is dark left and right.
We approaching fast.
No way to tell what lies ahead
If time allowed,
We'd turn back instead.

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Its not pride.
We're not snubs either.
Sometimes when we quiet,
we're just prisoners of our own conscience,
doing time within the walls of our minds...

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Peep.
Through the window,
Through my soul,
To the pain of unsaid words.
Bruised fists,
Punching the wall became therapeutic.
Mad,
But I'm a man.
Always at risk of being labelled weak if I call out.
So I chose to face my reality than lose my respect along with my sanity.
Heart beating to a rapid,
Eyes bright red like brake lights.
My mistakes became my music.
My mental walls broken,
Self esteem dropped like hot brick out the oven.
I wait for the silence where my depression thrives.
7 minutes past midnight.
I swallow my pain while tracking the moon's footpath,
To a river where I swim to submerge my tears.
Until the day I drown, never to be seen again..

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Used to being left on my own.
Used to be scared but now I'm grown.
From being tender to a heart cold like stone.
My therapist wrongly impressed by the courage I've shown.
Convoluted thoughts circulating my flesh and bone.
A ticking time bomb, waiting to be blown.
Sometimes you have to face the battle alone.

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