When The Clock Stops
When the clock stops,
When the severed brain drops,
You'll see the ghastly remains of man,
Hit across the head, with a frying pan.
When you are dragged six feet under,
When your ears are burst by thunder,
You'll realize that I wasn't ever here,
Everything will soon become clear.
When the heartbeat rises,
When your head finally realizes,
You'll see a faint memory of hope,
Long had it been gone up in smoke.
The harsh grip of death grabbing your neck,
You'll actually see, that life's just one giant trek,
Oh, why can't you see?
What you actually mean to me...
When the severed brain drops,
You'll see the ghastly remains of man,
Hit across the head, with a frying pan.
When you are dragged six feet under,
When your ears are burst by thunder,
You'll realize that I wasn't ever here,
Everything will soon become clear.
When the heartbeat rises,
When your head finally realizes,
You'll see a faint memory of hope,
Long had it been gone up in smoke.
The harsh grip of death grabbing your neck,
You'll actually see, that life's just one giant trek,
Oh, why can't you see?
What you actually mean to me...
4 Comments
Nice poem
That's really, really deep....
Aww Wolfie, that's a lovely poem but it is rather sad :( I'm sorry you got your heartbroken and I hope it never happens again cause you don't deserve it.
Wow! Excellent poem! It has lots of meaning to it.