Poem: Tick Tock
Tick tock goes my clock forcing my every breath.
Clockwork moves the figure I represent biding the every word of my rotting brain.
Living dead but undead breath oh let the clockwork jam.
Oh let the wheels rust away and break into glorious dust;
But they don't...Tick tock tick tock tick tock wait.
Figure so perfect and goddess like in this state but seemly so insecure.
She takes pity? No, generosity?
No, love of this clockwork toy.
She takes out the wheels and replaces with a heart not human but still a beast.
It beats, it love, it hates, it cries but I know it will never be pure.
Yet it does not matter for I am alive and greatest of all I'm alive with another clockwork toy.
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