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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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Incantation
Nicely written, I love it

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