Clockwork
If I died would you care?
Would it cause you a scare?
Would you break a smile?
Laugh a while?
The consideration in your heart is bare,
I can’t see anything in the depths of your blank stare.
My throat slowly builds up with bile,
As your actions are vile.
I’m tired of living in this nightmare,
I don’t have any more fight to spare.
I’m only a juvenile,
My life ends when the clock hits twelve and you’re turning the dial.
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