by J Meckes

Created on: June 09, 2009   Last Updated: August 26, 2009

Lost

That damn clock keeps ticking my life away
like the heart in my chest, day after day.
What keeps them going, I don't understand?
The heart in my chest, the clock on the stand.

There is nothing left for me to live for,
since the love of my life, lives no more.
She's no longer here to hold me at night
she promised everything would be alright.

She tried so hard but she couldn't stay
she took her own life when I was away.
It's now been a year, since she's been gone,
and still this obsession won't leave me alone.

She was always here, tending to me
assured me of love and my own sanity.
I won't hesitate if called by my Lord
to be with her as my final reward.

But that clock mocks, my lonely heart beat
it's time for me and death to meet.
This lost soul needs some rest
with such remorse, I need to confess.

That clock and my heart must be silenced now
my pain relieved, Lord forgive me somehow.
As my hell and heaven tragically collide
there's nothing left . . . but my own suicide.

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