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The Clock
Author: iambookworm  PM
They didn't have a Death category, so I put it under Life. WARNING: Themes of suicide. A poem about someone close to me, and I apologize if I messed up and made this seem like a joke. It's NOT!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Words: 97 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 01-25-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2991700
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A little morbid...
The Clock
The clock ticks
Tick Tock Tick Tock
And then it stops
With the beating of my heart
Dead as night
Oh what a sight
No more movement for tonight
Tick tock tick tock
The clock ticks
And tocks
And then it stops
And leaves me here
Fraying rope
Without a boat
Knife to the throat
The clock ticks
The clock tocks
Tick Tock Tick Tock
And then it stops
My body coughs
Lying still
No more thrill
Goodbye world
The end is near
As the clock ticks
And tocks
And finally
Stops
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