Take my hand,
quick,
the clock is winding down.
I'll pull you through,
I swear,
my lips be promise bound.
I'll pull you through,
out of time,
where you'll see life through.
Humans try
to kill time,
but time is a
silent killer.
Your hours are waning.
Your heart beat is fading.
You can't kill time now.
Tick, tick, tick,
the clock is winding down.
I'll take you away,
away from here,
to a land free of this evil.
A heaven, you say,
a heaven,
where time shall not prevail.
I can only think,
think of you.
I think of you and me.
Killing time,
not it killing us,
together for eternity.
Throw up your hats,
rejoice and sing.
Time no longer rules
anything.
We're safe, we're free,
we're here tonight.
Clocks out of sight.
Now's the time,
the time to choose,
to choose your last wish of fate.
So take my hand
quick,
the clock is winding down.
I'll pull you through,
I swear,
my lips be promise bound.
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Diary of the Midnight Rider
Only a meager glimpse into the wanderings of my mind, and the works that such wanderings create when written with a pen.
Editors note: Many of these poems, and thoughts, come without a date; however most of these aren't too recent. Alot of this st
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