Like time, I too have become weary of my being. Unable to turn around, unable to stop. Its a hypnotic tick, that keeps me alive. The winding, the shaking, the distasteful battery of life.
Can anyone hear my screams between each second or see my tears raining from 12 to 6. I want to shatter the glass that hold me in and burst out of the smooth metal wheels that keep me screwed in.
Death promises everyone, but to me, it torments. Forcing me to watch the world die.
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2 comments:
thats so deep...
hold on girl, things gonna be just fine...
Hope they do.
Thanks.
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