Analysis of Half Past Twelve

It’s half past 12,
an eerie silence,

far too quiet down here,
But for a familiar echo within

through the cages of my ribs,
it thunders on my heart,
clutches my veins

it’s just pain. pain. pain.

not a spec of light,
too dark down here

can see an image,
a flash before my eyes

stuck in a time frame,
movie that has no end

it’s just pain pain pain.

surface not far from here,
extend my hand, could almost reach

someone’s calling out to me
here, I scream-scream and scream

(pause)
suddenly-the clock rewinds,

the movie starts,
it’s an eerie silence

the surface far from here
it’s too dark down here

Oh.
it's half past 12, again.