By: XvDarkestNightvX~

I wait, awake, the hour is late,

Too late, forsake this sour taste,

With hate, I break this dour waste,


I’ll wait until the clock stops ticking,

I’ll be late, dragged screaming and kicking,

I’ll hate this wall, but won’t stop bricking…


I hate to wait until it’s too late,

No apology can turn back time,

It’s fate, a spate of bitter debate,

A eulogy to burn away the rime.


A shattered clock speaks no more,

Once it screamed, from dreams it tore,

It had a bad fall, or I threw it to the floor…


Still I wait, too many hours to rate,

Forever late, each moment erased,

And this hate leaves me disgraced…