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Max Mar 2018
The clock is ticking—Listen
A fadded voice pleas
"Everything ends"

A burning sun must soon descend
The night is a shining sea
The clock is ticking—Listen

An old fluttering leaf ascends
Dried and broken as can be
Everything ends

Withered hearts can't mend
Oh, the loses they have seen!
The clock's tick is slowing—Listen

Melancholy ticks grow distant
A dreaded time is nearing
Everything ends

Oh, the inevitable end
They live, they die, they bleed
The clock has stopped—Listen
Everything ends
If you wanna see more of my poems, go to Quotev.com where I have a collection of poems called "Where Nightmares Lurk"
Max Mar 2018
Oh

The rain

Is so serene

Little chilled drop-

Lets gently prance upon

You—Your bare outstretched

Arms embrace each gleaming drop.

As frigid misty fog consumes your

Dripping form, the wind sighs..

You're free
For more check out my collection of poems on Quotev called: "Where Nightmares Lurk
Max May 2017
Pain has struck my aching chest;
And I fear the time has come.
Where my world and dreams may fall apart
And my days slip to eternal glum.

I wish to see why I weep
The dark , distant nights away.
No sympathy, no one to see
The numbness I carry through the day.

Must I find the broken path
That may free me from this room.
But I do not know where to turn
To escape the place where nightmares loom.

Shadows haunt damaged body's
And comfort them when they fall.
Please understand we can't be saved
Until the day death consumes us all.
Max May 2017
Pain has struck my aching chest;
And I fear the time has come.
Where my world and dreams may fall apart
And my days slip to eternal glum.

I wish to see why I weep
The dark , distant nights away.
No sympathy, no one to see
The numbness I carry through the day.

Must I find the broken path
That may free me from this room.
But I do not know where to turn
To escape the place where nightmares loom.

Shadows haunt damaged body's
And comfort them when they fall.
Please understand we can't be saved
Until the day death consumes us all.
Max May 2017
Black wings expanded.
Flying lost in the dark foggy weather.
With a breeze flowing through his raven-black feathers.

He’s clueless of where he wishes to go.
But deep in his breast, his spirit knows;
Anywhere but here.
Max May 2017
Dreams and reality finally collide.
His heart sank, he opened his eyes.
An unsightly creature hovered above him.
The room was freezing, cold and dim.

They won't let him leave.

They dug jagged nails through his skull, through the bone. 
The boy shrieked, "Just leave me alone!" 
Bursting and coughing bloodcurdling cries. 
Sticky warm blood ran to his sides.

He couldn't breathe.

His nostrils are smacked with a metallic smell;
His mind boomed and rang a death knell.

Finally

The struggling halts, exhausted, he lays still. 
The room fills with silence and chills.
A tear rolled passed his ear dripping to the ground;
While nightmares lurk in this place unfound.

His eyes slowly closed.

He will never leave.

— The End —