13 O'Clock

12:58am, 12:59am, 13.00am

Flickering red figures find me, to mock

Find me to remind me that it's 13 o'clock

There's no refuge in reverie in my limitless limbo

With a presence outside gazing in through a window

I suck in the air; my sweat soaks the bed

As moonbeams irradiate all that I dread

All gathered as one, as is the will of their kin

With their empty eye sockets and sallowy skin

My heartbeat's a slow beat; I'm as cold as the grave

I'm caught by the riptide, borne away on a wave

And if I could, I would, but I can't close my eyes

Can't escape the horror of their uniform guise

Fiery red figures have been stopped by a chock

Stuck on the non-time of 13 o'clock

And all that there was, in the fathomless pits of me

Is draining away all the desolate wits of me

The toxin in my lungs is stagnantly stale

Those looking in are a mortuary veil

Morphing and blending like wind carried mist

Waiting for an exhale and the unclenching of a fist

Slow beat; no beat, I've emptied each lung

Purged my last breath, I'm dried out and wrung

It's as cold as the marble in a temporal nave

And as black as the pitch of an unfathomable cave

Smouldering red figures flicker and mock

In the gathering mist it's always 13 o'clock

No minute is passing in my limitless limbo

As my eyes turn to glass outside of the window

Nothing before, nothing after, 13 o'clock