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Numbers Mocking
Contributed by
lostrelic
on
Thursday, 4th September 2008 @ 11:57:29 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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So the clock stares at me its movements translation in my environment Its beat like fists on my coffin hammering to be set free The numbers mocking me in there sullen stares Watching seeing from every room no escape from its clutches I unplug for freedom running from spot to spot stopping its tune in its tracks Sitting back closing my eyes and laughing the manic in me feels alive I look out the window and stare at the city streets curse you I yell My enemy flashing its eyes to the night skies Closing my blinds I hide in the dark sweating moments of bliss and fear One day I will win over you if I have to wait till eternity Conquer you I must to be able to face tomorrow To set free the pasts that lay in wait That sleeps in vain Wake the sleeper tell him time has come And gone We have won
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lostrelic
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2008-09-04 11:57:29] (Date/Time posted on
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