Noir Filter - East Of The Wall

There’s a clock that you covet.

Who’s counting up all the days stored?

Let’s hope you’ve earned a score that goes up and up.

Look alive;

hide your shudder.

Was it you that would recall today?

So look above like

they’re upset you’re not on the up and up

Tip-toe in. Bash it all up, nonplussed by the noise.

«I'm just out,

with a case of the shakes.

Don’t mean it.

I’m sorry.»

Venture forth.

It’s blocked.

Find a way.

Venture forth.

It’s blocked, chained.

Back and forth, the light dies away.

Left the scene unchanged.

Only footprints

left behind

There’s no culprits, no one to aim the barrel down and squeeze.

So take a shot.

Maybe someone near wears guilt, perchance

An act worth what it seems.

A line queued to take it on.

They trusted what was

imbued.

We take a lot on faith here.

Too few, their names obscure.

It seems they might be anyone

Here’s more souls.

They know me in truth.

I’m cut from the mold.

Now it’s just us who gave up on youth to be something old.

It’s enough to be

this fruitless if I’m extolled.

I’m aching for meaning as the aches have grown.

Who will emboss where we’ve been to, or tend to the moss where we’ve stepped?

There’s a film we’ve made that’s overlong.

And when we expire, wait for their

cut

Here’s all souls.

We’re taken in truth, in debt through the goal.

It’s enough to be less than the ghosts who all shunned the flesh and the bone.

It’s about to end anyway.

Though you may have had more to show, it’s ending.

It’s enough to be almost done, perpetually

See the crowds of no one in line.

You were lied to.

There’s nihil to reach for

in time, or any way else you tried.

You won’t control this light once it leaves

you.

Its life and yours must divide or any worth it loaned is slight

There’s nihil to reach for in time, but every time you reach feels right

Now I’m through, and possibly I didn’t offer up enough.

I have a pulse for

coffers in the end times.

Why not?

Time is up