The Mind of Poetry
Tick Tock
Tick... tock... tick... tock...
tick... tock...
Time... runs by every second,
No emotions... no thoughts,
Yet time keeps muttering dull whispers into my ears.
I scream,
I roar,
"SHUT UP!"
No sound, but the constant voice of time.
I grasp onto it's hands but they generate in speed,
which compels me to become dilirious.
I raise the constant of time and smash it unto the ground.
Yet the awful sound of seconds run...
Tick... tock... tick... tock...
I flee by the maddness that eats away at my mind.
Leaving the sound of time...
Tick... tock... tick... tock...
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tick... tock...
Time... runs by every second,
No emotions... no thoughts,
Yet time keeps muttering dull whispers into my ears.
I scream,
I roar,
"SHUT UP!"
No sound, but the constant voice of time.
I grasp onto it's hands but they generate in speed,
which compels me to become dilirious.
I raise the constant of time and smash it unto the ground.
Yet the awful sound of seconds run...
Tick... tock... tick... tock...
I flee by the maddness that eats away at my mind.
Leaving the sound of time...
Tick... tock... tick... tock...
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