tangled in between strings of time
my life is spinning out of control
it does not wait for anyone
it just keeps moving on
slowly descending,
light dimming,
drowning
the clock
keeps on ticking
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Innominatus
PoetryThis is where my silence will be broken This is where my thoughts will be spoken For all the times I've been silent, This is where I'll let the words free
043: Clock
tangled in between strings of time
my life is spinning out of control
it does not wait for anyone
it just keeps moving on
slowly descending,
light dimming,
drowning
the clock
keeps on ticking
