Klaxon.

Please stop the mocking and taunting,

My clock is ticking away just like a sparrow

The chanting and bragging of how charming,

It all washes away along with all sorrow

Please stop the whipping and lashing,

My space is crashing down just like the rain

The affection and kissing of all ages summed

It all blows away with the dust of memory

Please stop the cursing and boasting,

My heart is tearing and crumbling to nothing

The war has been fertile for the chaos within

It bears nothing but the sour offspring.

If I could I’d rewrite my course of flow

I’d hope to hide from the crashing skies

But I still want to sing in the pain.