The clock

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I was thinking of a really good friend of mine when I wrote this, supposed to be from his point of view... Dont know how happy go lucky me could come up with something like this though lol :364:


The second hand just seems to crawl
On the clock perched on my wall

And you can our doom is nigh

As we spiral crash and fall

And I wonder how we now get by

As I slouch down here and cry

Asking how it came to this

Watching as we slowly die

My former life I scarecly miss

My past swept into drugged abyss

It slowly drains away from me

Like a lovers lingering kiss

We were once in ecstasy

Life was fun and love was free

But we learned you pay a price

Too late we learned ...dont toss your key

Then you cant release the vice

No amount of pleading will suffice

To unlock you from the pits of hell

And you dont get that choice twice

Would you like to do it pressed or gel

Choose your poisin choose it well

Pinks blues and reds galore

These are the things we have to sell

No longer will you be a bore

As you become so hardcore

Just as long you dont forget

That you always must come back for more

So ladies, gentelmen place your bet

How low can all your friends get

Would they, could they, even kill

To eradicate their substantial debt

I watch them as they loose their will

More and more with every pill

And I wonder if there will ever come a time

When well have finnaly dropped our fill

Or will we end up in the grime

Scrambling frantically for a dime

To go and buy more drugs to rail

Whilst mascarading we are fine

Rave on, party, sketch, and flail

Party on while locked in jail

Keep on going, though others fled

Too late to realize that you fail

Three in rehab, one is dead

Several arent right in the head

I only stopped to watch us drown

I didnt stop to look ahead