A Testimony for the Lonely

Clocks and Locks

The west bleeds-

As night descends from the east,

Drowning in pitch

I'm alone in this ditch,

Night's a cold partner

To lay your head with.

Life is full of clocks and locks,

Time runs out

Binds enthrall-

Just another earthly reversion.

Life doesn't stop when you go to sleep,

Dreams don't melt with dawn's release,

There's no such thing as true reprieve-

Tumbling down

Into the deep.

My dear,

The clocks run short,

Tis only locks which bind me here,

No fear-

I'm not gone yet,

I still walk as

A silhouette.

You'll stay cold,

When you should be warm,

Clocks break locks

And end each sun.