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Ticking ClocksI can feel him, a hulking specter lurking just out of sight, I hear his fingers click,Ticking Clocks
monstrous knitting needles weaving my destruction without respite.
A twisted grin sits frozen on his dread visage as with a loving caress he plucks the
spent seconds of my life, twisting and tying them into the ever tightening noose
that lies dangling from my neck
by ~Professor-Dingo
The DarkThose frantic wings combat the spider’s artThe Dark
The night’s blind mirror won’t do as it’s told
A thousand tears unwept brand this failed heart
As light retreats false glory will depart
The dark is every truth you were not told
Those frantic wings combat the spider’s art
Those journeys far too sweet for you to start
These aching, inert bones feel far too old
A thousand tears unwept brand this failed heart
The deepest night makes horrif
by ~Professor-Dingo
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