I used to read that clock on the wall
Like a book, its story never changed
The plots and characters stayed the same
The pain and the tears
Were the same all these years.
Until one day it rearranged
Altering time, we were estranged
Floating between ruinous places
Empty and dark like eyes on our faces
Drifting through infinite time
The clock on the wall has no hands
They melted off when the hours died
The minutes faded, obliterated
Only seconds are left and they are repeated
We are defeated.
Ticking away, killing the day
The clock is a face without any eyes
It never sees what it destroys
Even though wingless, forever it flies
So, break down the wall and the clock will fall.