Eric Altman

Tick extends the claw
Tock opens the jaw

Tick a trickle now
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I sound a call, a cry, a final wailing battle hiss.
I walk forever in the morning, waiting for nightfall.
You, silent as a thief in the night, invisible as a stalker.
You walk forever in the night, waiting for mourning.
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After you left, nothing remained.
One empty city, just a big plain.
Headed down the sidewalk, after it rained.
Shouting at cathedrals, words so profane.
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Driving through your home town
Coming from nowhere and heading to anywhere else
Singing songs that no one else knows
About a painting in the house of usher's ghost
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Letting the door open on a rainy night, the cold frightens the unprepared.
You must go, your welcome has been worn out.
Short steps across the pavement, bare feet find the casualties.
Leaves once dry and kind, are frozen and malicious when softly muddled.
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