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Killing Time
Hands tick in motion but I hear naught of the onslaught of killing time depicted. Minutes run past me in tarred darkness as the visions in my brain are obscured. Clocks eat away moments of my life. I admit I'm nearly frightened to death of those mimed hands whose strokes stab me with each gasp of breath I take. Round and around, silent warning given in gross opposition to the beastly roar, aped by masses of such foolish people, oblivious that my plight is also their own. Reticence gives no relief to assault. I see my fate's demise, and frightened I shall be until death's full tariff has set my soul free. Rhythmic tickings makes no difference to me. Silence staggers my soul to substantiality. Blinded by fear of my imminent necrosis, I cannot traverse those two roving needles, hellbent on stinging me to my neon grave! Passage of time is but a travesty of life in which man has no occasion to amend. In the end, death haunts us all in silent whispers; echoes of cruel scheming hands. ========================== 17th of April, 2016
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