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Death Watch
I have seen the darkness in the light
So many times I’ve sacrificed
Are there any doubts why I’m jaded
When I can’t see the truth through all the lies?
So, I will toast the apocalypse
Here at the end of the line
My apathy was just the beginning
When you’re none of a kind
Gather ‘round the guillotine
To end the suffering
When the razors cease to ease the pain
And there is nothing left to gain
Are there any doubts why I’m faded
When the morning light kisses the grain?
So, I will taste the apocalypse
Here at the end of the line
The agony is just the beginning
When they’re none of a kind
Gather ‘round the guillotine
To see the suffering
I’m not here for confession
But to end this farce
As I witness clouded reflections
Here at my death watch
I am haunted by ghosts of the past
They whisper that I am the last
Are there any doubts why I’m fated
To die a lonely death when dyes are cast
So, I will taunt the apocalypse
Here at the end of the line
This tragedy is just the beginning
When we’re none of a kind
Gather ‘round the guillotine
To share this suffering
I’m not here for submission
My dead shriveled heart
Existence as the unforgiven
Here at my death watch
So, I will toast the apocalypse
Here at the end of the line
My apathy was just the beginning
When you’re none of a kind
Gather ‘round the guillotine
To end the suffering
(c) 2015 Frank Green
So many times I’ve sacrificed
Are there any doubts why I’m jaded
When I can’t see the truth through all the lies?
So, I will toast the apocalypse
Here at the end of the line
My apathy was just the beginning
When you’re none of a kind
Gather ‘round the guillotine
To end the suffering
When the razors cease to ease the pain
And there is nothing left to gain
Are there any doubts why I’m faded
When the morning light kisses the grain?
So, I will taste the apocalypse
Here at the end of the line
The agony is just the beginning
When they’re none of a kind
Gather ‘round the guillotine
To see the suffering
I’m not here for confession
But to end this farce
As I witness clouded reflections
Here at my death watch
I am haunted by ghosts of the past
They whisper that I am the last
Are there any doubts why I’m fated
To die a lonely death when dyes are cast
So, I will taunt the apocalypse
Here at the end of the line
This tragedy is just the beginning
When we’re none of a kind
Gather ‘round the guillotine
To share this suffering
I’m not here for submission
My dead shriveled heart
Existence as the unforgiven
Here at my death watch
So, I will toast the apocalypse
Here at the end of the line
My apathy was just the beginning
When you’re none of a kind
Gather ‘round the guillotine
To end the suffering
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 22nd Apr 2015
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23rd Apr 2015 4:02pm
The rhythm of this piece flows endlessly and flawless.. I just love it.
and that also includes the fact that your writing about my favorite topic... (THE APOCALYPSE)
Darker.
and that also includes the fact that your writing about my favorite topic... (THE APOCALYPSE)
Darker.
24th Apr 2015 5:29am
thanks, I'm thrilled that you love it so. This poem is mainly about the apocalypse but also about moving on in other aspects, like leaving a job, or moving somewhere else etc.
