III. Black Void
By RottenTeeth
Tue, 24 Jun 2014
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If you ever wanted to hear the sound of loss:
Listen to a clock.
Most people wear a watch to know of the time
I wear one to remind me that it won’t stop.
When the ink and paper meet as one
I soon become, redone.
Time comes back, with hands that strangle
and a face to fear.
Man's misfortune, cupped in my hand
The mausoleum of all hope and desire
Please forget to waste your breath trying to conquer it.
The cogs and gears, are sounds of fury.
When I die, it means clocks have given up on me.
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