mist engulfing every part of me,
I sit and watch,
as I do nothing in favour.
The golden sounds of the ticking sounds,
the silver layer of the hands.
The only thing I could do is just sit and watch.
Listen to the clock ticking,
as it trickles down my spine.
The sound does not move for a second.
Soon
the mist that covers,
gets all the remains,
whats left of me is a ear or two.
Maybe an eye.
Carefully listening as the clock ticks the same pace
as my eyes droop down
and the time bomb clicks.
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