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2004 The clock strikes 12
I wander the cold and lifeless streets
a prisoner to my thoughts
pondering on days of old
when I was young and lovely
the ever-shimmering moon
illuminates my lonely path
An icy silvery beam
cutting across the dark night
The clock strikes 1
rain falls on my pale cheeks
washing away old tears
Tears may fail me
but the pain never dies
it lives on inside my heart
residing in the shadows of my mind
eating me from the inside out
The clock strikes 2
as regret grabs hold
and stabs deep into my rotting heart
digging deep into my soul
I remember
The clock strikes 3
I wander to the mountains
to the valleys, to the oceans
to the seas
to the ends of the earth
But the shadow of memory clings
to my footsteps
stalking me through
life's grief, life's sorrow, life's misery
Insanity corners me in a dark alley
Nowhere to run.
The clock strikes 4
I face him bravely
I can smell it
taste it, hear it, feel it, sense it
Your cold face watches through the rain
through my blood
watches me die.
You have murdered me.
The clock strikes 5
it is almost over now
Sound the funeral bells
As I lie bleeding in the streets
As I lie dying in the streets.
The clock strikes 6
the end has come.
