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