13 O'Clock©

I sit and listen to the wind and cross
my mind's private dust
the past has new faces for love runs
out of fuel
there's no remaining traces at
13 O'Clock Tic Toc

A silken voiced stranger has
so many views
his sword has no blade
yet he's not confused
he once cut me yet I have no way
no scars on the outside,
they're inside to stay

©
Salvador Dali

Yesterday's questing through my past
as roses scream through private black masks.
It's a grandious illusion at 13 O'Clock Tic Toc

Women are against men with weapons of sin
she turns to undress, for many gave in
he knows he'll bleed through this mortal tale
it's always the same, we are destined to fail

I conceived the destiny, my pain labored to achieve
I've used the fake bliss death fought to free
life isn't joyous at 13 O'Clock Tic Toc

Pull me close, I have no fear
no worries, no doubts when I am this near
Life is what happens, we forget how to die
if only to see the tears I won't cry

Why speak to me of morality's daughter
my soul's gone pale on this silent water
it tears me apart at 13 O'Clock Tic Toc
will it always be 13 O'Clock Tic Toc

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