the tick of a clock sends a chill down my spine
another second passed and lost in time
a subtle voice saying "you will die"
I'm locked in a room with an open door
on the edge of my seat wanting something more
but I will remain still and patiently pray for ignorance
suddenly sunlight pours through my closed blinds
an uplifting shine from the same source of light
a subtle voice singing "you are still alive"
it's time to address every memory I've ever supressed
and every sin that I have never confessed
I'll hate the mistakes I've made rather than myself
I'll read this clock like a compass
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