To Live Is To Be Under Times Jurisdiction
He sat glaring at the clock
risking the urge to fight the only way that you can
his mind whisked him away to an alternate existence without the persistence of the clocks tick tock
for one is a slave to time with its rigid demeanor
watching your life trickle away with every flick of its finger
a constant formality reminding one of their mortality
twisting a rope in his hand wanting time its self to disband
he screamed as he tried to ignore how the walls closed in and the ticking roared
he tightened the noose and stepped off the chair
hoping time couldn't follow him there
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