Broken Clock
As I sit here
I can hear a broken clock
Tick..
Tock...
Tick..
Minutes turning into hours
Each one faster than the one before
The constant motion from both its hands,
has started to make me sick.
intrusive thoughts begin to creep
slithering like a serpent
Through my mind
The ticking has stopped as
Death's whispers tauten round' my neck.
The last sound I heard was that broken clock
Tick...
Tock ..
Tick...
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