The Clockwork Angel,
Keeps The Time;
He Slowly Waits,
For The Chime;
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~~~This Is A Personal Poem That Shows My Emotions Clearly, And Not Through A Shadowed Glass Of Interpretations Like My Other Musical Poems.~~~
Do you want to know what my problem is?
I'll tell you what my problem is…
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I Am Hanging by a Noose,
Slowly Bleeding, Slowly loose,
I see Crimson, Rivers run free
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Watch My Blood-Red Crimson Fall,
Watch It Burn, Watch It All;
The First Cut, Burns My Skin
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My Sweet Sorrow,
Please Sing,
Your Lovely Voice, Riding My Wing;
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'What Am I?
I Love, I Breathe, I Eat, I Sleep,
But Nothing Changes, Its Just A Fleet;
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Hear My Whispers, Hear My Screams,
Hear My Dark Red Crimson Dreams;
I Hear What I See, I See What I Hear,
I Hear A Whisper, In My Ear...;
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Angel Of Darkness, So Up High,
Sits On Her Cloud, So Beautiful, A Lie;
She Looks At The Stars, So Bright Above,
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It's All The Same.
Countless People Walk Through The Streets,
Aware Of Nothing, Just Wanting To Sleep.
They're All Selfish, Needing Their Wants,
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I Am Dreaming Of A Crimson Light,
Light By Silence, Death By Night;
These Horrific Screams Inside My Head,
Will Only Quench My Thirst To Be Dead;
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Walking A Road To Nowhere;
No Destination, No Thoughts;
Just Walking For The Sake Of The Journey;
The Cause Long Lost;
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Scream.
Just Scream.
Scream The Words You Cannot Say.
Scream The Lies You Cannot Take.
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A Conundrum Of Lies,
A Reverie Of Discord;
An Incandescent,
Luminous Encore;
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When You Think Of Darkness You Think Of Night,
But What True Darkness Is, Will Leave You A Fright;
Despair Abound, Your Name Rung Loud,
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An Overture Of Crimson Blood,
Spilling Deeply, In A Flood;
The Musical Symphony That Is My Screams,
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There Are Roses, There Are Trees,
There Are Little Crimson Seeds;
They Grow Like A Flame, They Flicker Like A Candle,
They Dim like A Sage, Holding A Handle;
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Hear The Chirping Of The Birds,
In The Trees So Soft Unheard;
Beautiful Noises In My Ear,
Melodic and Daughtry,
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Lost In The Forest Of Dreams So Thick,
Searching For Something That Can Only Be Sick;
Wizened By Age, Never To Be Found,
Deep In The Earth, Untouched With No Sound;
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Wandering Through These Crimson Dreams,
Lost In Darkness, Lost Indeed;
The Soulless Wanderer Knows No Rest,
For All She Does, Is Never Step-;
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I'm A Single Soul In A Lost Sea Of Timeless Existence... So, perhaps a world of mirrors in a sanctuary of illusions only reflects what can be seen. but then, nothing could be seen at all. and we would all be in a soulless void of nothingness. as empty and hollow as the one who calls them self the bane of their own existence, and the benefactor of the faceless images of perception. As Insane As The Madmen Who Roam, But As Gentle As The Dove Who Coos In The Morning Melody Of The Wind. The One who Calls Themselves, No-one. I Am No-One.
The Clockmaker
The Clockwork Angel,
Keeps The Time;
He Slowly Waits,
For The Chime;
The Beautiful Tick,
-Tock Of The Clock,
That Will Likely,
Never Stop;
She Is Watching The Clockmaker Cry,
She Only Waits,
Saddened Blue Eyes;
The Clockmaker Stained,
With The Death Of His Heart,
Can Only Feel,
The Touch Of The Dark;
She is Counting, Every Tick,
Of The Clock, Hidden So Thick;
The Clockmaker Winds The Clock So Tight,
It Will Keep Ticking, Every Night;
But Now She Leaves,
The Clockmaker Alone;
So He Sits And Cries,
With The Clocks Alone;
The Clockmaker Had Waited So Long,
That He And The Clock Now Sung The Same Song;
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Now It's Time For Ours To Stop;
Tick-Tock,
Tick....
Tock...
Tik...
Tock.
The Clock Has Stopped.