Jorge Baide - The Clock

That clock was there the day I killed you
It was moving its needles making a strong sound
I can still hear it, it hasn’t stop since that night
It was 9: 43 in the night, it was a peaceful night
Somehow I still remember your last words
I haven’t been able to ignore you since that day
Every second it passes I feel your presence
Like a stupid shadow that whispers me

If am alone sitting in the dark there you are
As a dark reminder of what I have done
When am alone I see the wound you made me
But the most horrible reminder you left me was…
That clock, that same clock that saw me kill you
I can still hear its needles moving harder each time
Driving me towards insanity its still there.

I know I will never be forgiven for what I did to you
But I don’t care all I want is to get that clock to stop
I know what must be done, but then I wonder
Will I be able to do so, the answer is no
Because the fact is I am a murderer and I deserve this
The needles are moving harder by the second
I am now ready to do what must be done in order to escape
Now that I am hanging I am finally at peace until…
The moment comes when the devil meets me and my soul
And takes it to the place were It shall pay my debt to you
Although I regret nothing I still hope you can forgive me,
For making our souls wonder in this dark place… we deserve it.

Jorge Baide

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