Straight Forward Never Works

I dreamed my face was a clock.
The hands were spinning without care,
And the numbers were made of wax,
And they spiraled towards infinity.

I'm not a fire starter,
I'm not the seventh seal.
Bones that don't break get harder,
And my austerity is surreal.

Even as the hills grow closer,
My friends all turn to glowing,
And I am here,
I am weightless, I am numb,
I am pulling you down,
As I weigh you with nothing at all.

Tick tock, my mouth is moving.
Synaesthetic skies are aging.
Oh, if I had that moment back,
You'd never know,
You'd never care,
What that hand would feel like.

I'm not a fire starter,
I'm not the seventh seal.
Bones that don't break get harder,
My austerity is surreal.

What the taste would be,
The feel of heat,
Of bodies moving in the sheets.
If brains do cry,
These wilted eyes,
Will swim forever for their lives.
How cowards moan,
With hearts of stone.
They kill me twice, yet I condone.
What lies he speaks,
As we seem weak,
His future is bleak,
Because I know,
That he will never sleep at night,
Alone.