A/N: A ballad in rhyme scheme, but not really a story. Drama...maybe a little over dramatic. Written for English class.

Wishing for Backward Clocks

Nowhere left to go from this place
Stuck in fast flying days
Can’t go back to those better times
Memories in a haze

Once life was so much simpler
No worries of lives lost
Being free and happy always
Not thinking of the cost

Then there were no blood-covered hands
No fears it wouldn’t last
No need to make important stands
No wishes for the past

Forget all of this hate
Melt into cold, hard ground
Any saving will come too late
‘Cause you won’t hear one sound

No time left now to savor it
Rushing onward towards death
Never a time to stop and sit
No taking a deep breath

And to get through all of this pain
It’s all because of you
That life around is so insane
Took more than you could chew

Letting go of reality
Would be so trouble-free
Losing anything once witty
Because you just can’t see

Forget all of this hate
Melt into cold, hard ground
Any saving will come too late
‘Cause you won’t hear one sound

Never again to have to care
About all you shattered
So that the present can be held
The past never mattered

Hate ebbed out of the once tense room
When you vanished for good
Is that true? Or just what you think
There’d be trust if you could

Life has fled to far distant shores
Horrors, left with you
Faces once well-known fade from view
All those you thought you knew

Forget all of this hate
Melt into cold, hard ground
Any saving will come too late
‘Cause you won’t hear one sound