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As the water droplet fell, the lifeless body swung to and fro
The wooden boards groaned as they strained to keep the dead weight aloft, bulging outward with every swing
Callused, Cold fingers and swollen, cracked toes traced odd symbols and queer objects I the dust coating the floor, painting strange things upon their new canvas
The rope that wrapped about the dead man’s waist held firm, keeping the perversion of a pendulum swinging to and fro, as it was asked to, not too long ago
The cadaver swung back and forth, a meaningless mockery of the grandfather clock that swept away all before it in its endless ocean of time
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Creak, groan, creak, groan
The inanimate object still continues its pointless swinging, even to this day, continues to mock the almighty hands of time, as it will forever more, just as the master ordered it to be so
The wooden boards groaned as they strained to keep the dead weight aloft, bulging outward with every swing
Callused, Cold fingers and swollen, cracked toes traced odd symbols and queer objects I the dust coating the floor, painting strange things upon their new canvas
The rope that wrapped about the dead man’s waist held firm, keeping the perversion of a pendulum swinging to and fro, as it was asked to, not too long ago
The cadaver swung back and forth, a meaningless mockery of the grandfather clock that swept away all before it in its endless ocean of time
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Creak, groan, creak, groan
The inanimate object still continues its pointless swinging, even to this day, continues to mock the almighty hands of time, as it will forever more, just as the master ordered it to be so
Literature
Emotional Whirlwind
I'm Sweating.
I'm freezing!
I can't cry.
The tears won't stop.
My limbs are numb.
Every atom hurts inside me.
I am stiff as stone.
I can hardly hold myself up.
Everything seems still and slowed.
All of me shakes like naked trees.
I feel so dead.
This bleeding proves
Literature
Final Moments
Stabbed in the chest.
Throat cut deep and wide.
Wrists bleeding out in puddles.
Light changes in my fogged and teary eyes.
The beating of my heart pounds against impossibility.
Breathing slows to a rasping whisper.
Arms going numb with blissful pain.
Red blurs my vision of the world.
The final pounding beat of a faint heart.
The last breath of a slipping soul.
Limp limbs find their resting places in pools of red.
Darkness takes over once and for all.
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How Far
How far,
would I go?
How much,
would I do?
To get rid,
of this,
pain,
hate,
anger.
Drinking?
Smoking?
Weed?
Ice?
The monster?
I already,
C.U.T.
Dashes,
in my skin,
prefect little lines,
the only thing PERFECT,
about me.
How far,
Would I go?
To just feel,
N,
O,
R,
M,
A,
L.
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Something random i wrote after given the prompt, "as the water droplet fell". Nothing to applaud for, i suppose, but perhaps worth a look see
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I've always wondered why I always felt creeped out by the clock......very true, well spoken