Clocks wind their way across the path and the stone walls,
Reminding me of how much time has been wasted
Beneath my wandering feet.
I run now, finally,
Long past the time that I should have;
I run to catch up to you
Before you're lost in the grasp of
Forgotten memories and meaningless tears .

Night is falling faster and faster,
Yet the clocks keep ticking all around me,
Cutting my feet and arms with their sharpened second hands.
Their all-consuming ticking keeps growing louder
And I can feel the blood running down my face and hands
Yet, my bloody footprints leave no mark on the clocks' faces.
I can hear the sound of your heart beat growing
Louder and beyond that of the infernal ticking
And I run even faster, ignoring the clocks and time and pain,
Happy that I haven't lost you to the memoryless fog.

Finally, I turn the last corner
With your heartbeat singing in my ears
And while I cry out in pure joy,
I run to you, lying down upon the soft, earthy ground
And grasp your hand in mine,
Turn your face to gaze into your warm brown eyes.
Only your cloudy eyes gaze upon nothing;
My hand can feel the chill coming from your stony hand;
Your heartbeat has stopped.
And the clocks mock me with their ticking
As I scream in self-inflicting pain.

11/29/2008

Posted on 11/30/2008
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