Tin

The bell tolls slowly from the highest tower,

reverberating through the countryside.

The lonely man does not hide or cower,

cannot hep but to be mesmerized.

The bell tolls slowly from the darkest haven,

Beconing whoever cares to hear.

The cries and screams of the lonely raven,

awakening all my deepest fears.

The bell tolls slowly from the hidden corners,

of the chaos within my own mind.

Sound reminds me of the endless torture,

knowing some wounds never heal with time.

We are all slaves to our own devices,

understand that there is no real cure.

Sometimes I can't help but to be reminded,

still alive but I'm never sure.

Can't help but to think of my own life,

Only way to feel is to laugh and cry.