the time is slowly coming
when i face the unwanted music
life has set for me.
every tick of the clock
becomes painfully fast
yet cruel and slow.
yet cruel and slow.
in agony, i cover my ears
i seek comfort
in silence
and in my inaction.
but it's steady beat
forces itself
through my very core.
its rhythm, pushes me
every beat, pulsates
with pompous reminders
of the hours gone by.
slowly,
everything has gained new meaning.
every word spoken,
every moment spent
rewards me
with wanton remembrance.
and my legs begin to give in,
my hands falter,
my words stutter.
in the flurry of all confusion,
through the constant distress,
i will force myself here
until i can no longer feel.
until i can no longer remember.
everything in reckless abandon.
tick... tock...
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