These monotonic folks do not see the dual-effect...
They...

I still carry his body across the barbwire of this...
carry this cross...

He wanted to be clear
but clarity turns to blank and one must die...

Don’t worry my love
your outer beauty, your withering bloom...

They all are gone
but their souls...

Do not give up on your dreams
Do not give up on your dreams...

Time dusts on the clarity of past
And buries them gradually...

One and zero,
tick and tock...

They do not know
how ignorant they are...

Like for all the time
rain was pouring and I was dry...

I am here
there for here is an extension...

You love me now.
~Ticking clock, ticking clock...