Jack And Jill

wind up round up this body tick tocks

the clock goes around the face faster than time
every minute every second on the hour
for every meter ends in an phase within this rhyme
parting is not sweet sorrow its always a bit sour

one hour one life
one life one end
one end this strife
this strife a bend

tick tock brisk walk the body falls the mind talks

the end of a line but the begining of time
the skies might fall but the pillars rebuild
seconds and minutes and hour the gods mime
abandone gone bad now the glass shatters the rust has dulled

one hour one life
one life one end
one end this strife
this strife a bend

Where do we draw a line between fantasy and real nothings lost in this world of mine

hearts with shots like that of a backfire gone wrong
a certain specialty has come with this certain lovely ugly
around the neck the piano wire slides hidden within a tick of the clock
as the pinpoint drops in a reality gone far deaths resonant melody

one hour one life
one life one end
one end this strife
this strife a bend

Jack and Jill went up the hill Jill pushed jack..they both drowned