Count down above our heads, weather ever changing.
Life ticks away, each one ranging.
3900 saturdays till 75.
That's how long most are alive.
Dark Clouds and Digital Clocks.
The weather violent, storms of hatred.
Hundreds of people, no reason, hated.
Consciously fake, only giving to get.
Only kind to others to teach others debt.
Despicable, disgusting, and disguising.
Unforgivable, mind rusting, no reason, despising.
Dark Clouds and Digital Clocks.
The mind tainted with selfish views.
Only about your self all others, used.
Your eyes closed unwilling to see.
How forgive and forget is so easy.
Your the stick in our spokes, the knife in our backs.
Any time we show happiness your entity attacks.
A smile turned straight a good laugh gone.
Your attitude shot like a good day, dawn.
Dark Clouds and Digital Clocks.
If you have nothing nice to say than don't say anything at all.
Because life with out you, is it's own pitfall.
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