Ten to the Hour

Why, resorting to dreams does no good.

Dreams are nightmares, In waking thrones,

A kiss of the jewel

Means a mark of the queen.

How long till my conscious is clean?



Avast, avast, the aviators,

Where cracks in walls are just what tore.

Everyone screams, "Healthy people!",

But healthy people hit my core.



Sickening larvae spurred within,

But okay by me,

In an hour and ten.



How sour, how sour,

My love's first devour,

When the clock on the tower

Strikes ten to the hour.



With all of the power,

The pain of that hour,



My conscious screams,

"It's ten to the hour!".



So I did freeze,

Not at the sight my abandoned hollow,

Not by the drugs from my core,

But by the the clock singing Ten to the Hour.



Ten to the Hour,

And not another love devoured.