The clock ticks 5, the clock ticks 10, and it continues ticking until it oddly stops. Looking at the clock, not knowing what went wrong. Eyes widen, and the horizon is overlooked. Nighttime it is, nighttime it shall be. Smiling wisdom, it fears the trembling kingdom. The tick isn't there, like time has been fractured. Crying children don't know what to do, this world is broken is just like you. Broken and choked, what's the point of going on? Time is losing it's standard ring, I can't go on without this sort of thing. If there's no time, I'll stay here forever in this rhyme. Losing my power, and it's standard growing flower. Filling in the slots, what more can I say? I'm stuck even more, like being held in a quicksand door. Let me go, I can't hold on anymore to show..I'm not very strong with all these voices in my head. Fix this stupid broken clock, I need to go on and get a door lock. Hide all the negatives away, I could try and live another day. This broken clock is killing me slow, but I would never even know. One day it'll be over and done, all I need is for you to grab a gun. Shoot me fast as my life was never meant to last. Even with a broken clock, the time will never stop.
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PoetryThis is just some short things I write about. Some may be about me, but some may not. I hope you don't get depressed while reading this. = Don't copy any of the stories that are presented in this book. Thank you.
