Last seconds

Last seconds

Author: William Watts

 

 

Deep within my darkest dreams, where nothing is like what it seems,

through a meaningless life of countless schemes,

the clock ticks.

 

A forgotten place where I belong, a raven weeps his final song,

once brave man no longer strong,

the clock ticks

 

An endless walk along my way, no more work and no more play,

a wasted life has gone astray.

the clock ticks. 

 

The howling wind of distant screams,

cries for life within my dreams,

the final second left unseen,

as the clock stops. 

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