This is the time <br />To walk through it, alive. <br />Iv'e just enough left of me to get you off the ground, <br />Why stumble down? <br />Unless our music can reverse, <br />wait for your bar <br />And watch me playing through. <br />If i stop you'll hear the echo, <br />You won't remember what we're gonna do. <br />The time is wasted on me <br />you'll never see it, till it's gone. <br /> <br />leaving blood on your cheek, <br />from a kiss, <br />That leaves the pictures, <br />with twisted meanings, to sleep. <br />I can't make up my mined, <br />This indecisiveness is causing us to, <br />fade away like him: <br />Time; <br />Quicker than energy, <br />Thicker than your voice. <br /> <br />So weak, that scars can scare me. <br />So I stopped and ran, out of sink, <br />To carry you round. <br />Silence. No more screaming sound.<br /><br />amber maria moon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-ticking-stops/
