Time from Chapter 1 by Pendrop Poet

My feet are broken and bleeding,
And Im’ far too slow to be leading,
Id rather walk than dash
Cause I know that I won't last

We try to take it at a sprint,
But we are dashing towards a wall
And even if we stumble or trip,
No one will catch us if we fall,
Because there’s no time to be laying,
And i’m far too proud to be praying,
When that handgun pops
No one is going to see me drop
Cause even if I drop,
This race won’t stop
Make it stop,

I am running towards the wall,
Where all will take the fall,
Please stop this fucking clock,
So we won't drop, Make it stop
Cause we're beaten, bloodied, barely breathing,
Shooken, scared, silent screaming,

But here's to hoping my psyche isnt broken
They think me stoic and lightly spoken
But I'll be screaming till the sleep are woken

The tick-tock talk tears at the mind
The race won't stop and we cant turn back time
We may drop and we may lose our minds,
But we'll be well aware that we cant fall behind
Because theres a drum beating a rhythm you cant contain
A determined dance held down by damaged chains,
Do you feel it gnawing at the reigns?
The persistent tapping of a chisel etching words inside your brain?

The feet pounding in the dirt,
Running ragged, beaten. Hurt.
We put every ounce of effort we exert,
To be left feet bleeding, barely breathing, barely alert,
But we are far from laying stagnant in the dirt

Cause We are all fighting for the goal
As we setting fire to our souls,
Throwing boulders at the glass
As time rips at skin and bones,

So let's don some swords and masks
And take a hammer to the track
Let's burn this fucker down
It's time to go on the attack

But I see the world igniting
This race has devolved to fighting
Its sunday bloody sunday,
And we're far to fucked up to be hunting


Cause i dont know about you
But I'm far too fucking angry
To be letting some one dictate
How I should be living
I may be tired and broken,
But my last words havent been spoken,
And till my last breath runs out,
I'll keep the final count,
I want to take a second to breathe But it's all bad air,
I admit I'm losing steam, And I'm finding it hard to care,
Cause I won't be working myself to death to build my grave,
Running to my last breath just to walk with a hunch and cane,

I'll be etching words in stone,
I'll be mending skin and bone
I'll be bolting, barely breathing
Until I am finally home
I'll make you know my name,
Before we go up in flames
I'll scream this from the mountain
And I know you'll do the same
Cause even if we drop
This song won't stop

• Experimental
• LGBTQIA
• genderqueer
• indie folk
• multigenre
• synthpop
• Milwaukee