Tick-Toc
Tick tock goes the clock
Seconds in our life gone
To no end
We are dying, I am dying
I do not fear it however
I embrace the blackness
Let it consume me
Wallow in self pity, for it is me
And I am it
I can not be saved
My soul is gone, eaten away
Pray with me my dear ones
I am done
Leave my bones and ashes
They will only burn
Thy flesh is acid, why spare a look
I am nothing, never remember
I am the blackness in the alleys and in the night skies
The blackness so thick it smothers a scream
Fear me, yet love me
I am here, but to you, I am not
Embrace what you push away, lest it consume you.
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