The clock strikes twelve
And knife pierces skin
You seemed so happy in life
But you'd died within
The clock strikes one
Razor cuts wrist
It doesn't matter you're dead
You'll never be missed
The clock strikes two
Gun to your head
Implanted in your heart
A bullet of lead
The clock strikes three
Rope tightens on neck
They knew it would happen
You were always a wreck
The clock strikes four
Impact is made
You jumped from up high
No one came to your aid
The clock strikes five
You sink down deep
The water surrounding you
Are the tears you weep
The clock strikes six
The fire starts to rise
All that can be heard
Are your terrified cries
The clock strikes seven
You jump in the car
You've been drinking all night
You don't get very far
The clock strikes eight
Someone broke your heart
You could stand it no longer
So you ripped it apart
The clock strikes nine
You down all your pills
It's ironic because
They're made to cure ills
The clock strikes ten
Poison seeps through
Caught in depression
If only they knew
The clock strikes eleven
You're starting to freeze
Left out in the cold
Your life it will seize
The clock strikes twelve
But we've been here before
Death can't die ...
There is never a cure
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Comments
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wow dad this was good, dark, a bit fucked up.... very clown.. nice work dad.


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very good but i think the title should be death cant die it will attract a lot more people cause it is a really good poem
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Wow babe depressing and hope you don't think like any of these poems still like that.





