Luminol / The Watchmaker

Here we all are born into a struggle To come so far but end up returning to dust Oxfam panache and tips his hat (Laces undone) He has no truck with idle chat (Work to be done) The songs he learned from scratched LPs Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea He strums the chords with less than grace (Songs we all know) Each passing year etched on his face (Sun, rain or snow) The words he sings are not his own They speak of things he'll never know

Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026

The watchmaker works all day and long into the night He pieces things together, despite his failing sight Though all the cogs connect with such poetic grace Time has left its curse upon this place Each hour becomes another empty space to fill Wasted with the care and virtues of his skill The watchmaker buries something deep within his thoughts A shadow on the staircase of someone from before This thing is broken now and cannot be repaired Fifty years of compromise and aging bodies shared Eliza dear, you know There's something I should say I never really loved you but I'll miss you anyway You were just meant to be temporary while I waited for gold We filled up the years and I found that I liked having someone to hold But for you I had to wait Until one day, it was too late Cogs and levers mesh We are bound in death Melt the silver down I'm still inside you Cogs and levers mesh We are bound in death Melt the silver down I'm still inside you Cogs and levers mesh We are bound in death Melt the silver down I'm still inside you

Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 03, 2026