Kensington Ave - Save The Clock Tower

A wasted life, now excelled in itself

With a blade silver and chrome

He asked me to come and look inside his bones

This room has a floor in which he can’t touch

The ropes hang to keep us awake and creep at night to keep us alive

He said they creep at night to keep him alive

With a shriek so piercing he rattled the pins in his jaw

With a breath he spilled onto the floor

I let him scour the walls, his body an empty shell

Longing for that destined demon

His gums hurt from gnawing on the ball

I wish he would climb back from the floor

Don’t feel alright anymore.

All this flailing has made you weary A new wound

for the flies gathering in admiration

I keep my screams behind the gag

He keeps his breath in a glad bag

With a shriek so piercing he rattled the pins in his jaw

With a breath he spilled onto the floor

I let him scour the walls, his body an empty shell

Longing for that destined demon

This isn’t how he hoped his life would turn out

Watching his body turn to dust

This isn’t how he hoped his life would turn out

Watching his veins begin to rust

The camera captures his motion perfectly

The knot he wears around his wrist so elegantly

Face deep in the earth, far enough to meet his maker

Become his life taker