A Face That Mocks

Oh, tonight the clock stares back.
It tells me how this sleepless night
falls apart
and pulls togethor
all the pieces of your broken heart.
It laughs at me
to warn the mind of cold and
low to breathe the firsthand
empty soul.
Oh, tonight my clock will sing.
It'll make the sounds
I've heard all nights
to dedicate
this sleepless note
to sorrow, blues.
Because tonight my clock will cry
as I lie here petrified.