Time

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.  
That's all I hear from that damn old clock.  
It never tells me what hour of time,
its hands all but chained at a quarter past nine.  
Stayed in place since that fateful night,
when my heart and soul fell from the light.  
The very same night I last saw her face,
when death took her from this mortal place.  
When I Helplessly watched as the light left her eyes,
and could only scream out my pain at the skies.  
When I turned my back to those who loved me,
blackening my name to set them loathing.  
That past haunts me from this damn old clock.  
I can't be rid of it, for to my past I am locked.  
To lose this bastard from my life,
is to forget the one I had wished to call my wife.
It would mean to forget her face and what I should have done,
to leave her behind, of this, I'll have none.  
So I keep the cursed thing, that condemning old clock,
and sit here hearing, tick, tock, tick, tock.