This Clock is Ticking

Carving upon the twilight,
Of red, blue and grey.
The humble are out spoken,
And nothing gold can stay.

The ache inside overcomes me,
And I begin to fold,
But you - with distance longing,
My eyes drain very cold.

Some days I want to fall,
And let all the blood run thick,
Just to do it all again,
Another broken trick.

Inside my head - the tapping.
Her hair, her lips, entwined,
And all the sheets unravel,
While my skin reveals each line.

Forgotten in the darkness.
Pools of light guide you here,
But is this truly where you stay?
Tapping continues with my fear.

Will the bullet ever come?
Will my teeth clench as one?
Have you seen all your errors?
Where will you hide this bloody gun?