East Of The Wall - Noir Filter

There's a clock that you covet. Who's counting up all the days stored? Let's hope you've earned a score that goes up and up. Look alive; hide your shudder. Was it you that would recall today? So look above like they're upset you're not on the up and up.

Tip-toe in. Bash it all up, nonplussed by the noise. 'I'm just out, with a case of the shakes. Don't mean it. I'm sorry.”

Venture forth. It's blocked. Find a way. Venture forth. It's blocked, chained. Back and forth, the light dies away. Left the scene unchanged. Only footprints left behind.

There's no culprits, no one to aim the barrel down and squeeze. So take a shot. Maybe someone near wears guilt, perchance.

An act worth what it seems. A line queued to take it on. They trusted what was imbued. We take a lot on faith here. Too few, their names obscure. It seems they might be anyone.

Here's more souls. They know me in truth. I'm cut from the mold. Now it's just us who gave up on youth to be something old. It's enough to be this fruitless if I'm extolled. I'm aching for meaning as the aches have grown. Who will emboss where we've been to, or tend to the moss where we've stepped? There's a film we've made that's overlong. And when we expire, wait for their cut.

Here's all souls. We're taken in truth, in debt through the goal. It's enough to be less than the ghosts who all shunned the flesh and the bone. It's about to end anyway. Though you may have had more to show, it's ending. It's enough to be almost done, perpetually.

See the crowds of no one in line. You were lied to. There's nihil to reach for in time, or any way else you tried. You won't control this light once it leaves you. Its life and yours must divide or any worth it loaned is slight.

There's nihil to reach for in time, but every time you reach feels right.

Now I'm through, and possibly I didn't offer up enough. I have a pulse for coffers in the end times. Why not? Time is up.