Closing without an appearance as it seemed into the mind of the clock a tick mentioned once my name and second to tick it the same and am I deferent or do I change what slept into the quite breath once too deep to further sleep into dreams I wake to the many days of night or sleep to want more light which seems too ease through my eyes dare I blink once to notice and tire to know if anymore would late the stress that weighs like the psychotic sight to drown what left me a name mentioned to the corner of my face and speaks once as it did appear into an amount of ticking left in into my head as left unsaid I walked cornered to my face into the mirror I face my turn into the beginning of what I meant to mention smiles turn and my eyes wait far from idle and look I present the finish face of an internal clock of missing parts that were filled like the hand of mechanical man like knuckles busted turned to every click like clink a shuffling grasp of machine like hands into the machine forgotten like death onto the machine clock, tick and falls all the names goes into your name ***** the **** name
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
Closing without an appearance as it seemed into the mind of the clock a tick mentioned once my name and second to tick it the same and am I deferent or do I change what slept into the quite breath once too deep to further sleep into dreams I wake to the many days of night or sleep to want more light which seems too ease through my eyes dare I blink once to notice and tire to know if anymore would late the stress that weighs like the psychotic sight to drown what left me a name mentioned to the corner of my face and speaks once as it did appear into an amount of ticking left in into my head as left unsaid I walked cornered to my face into the mirror I face my turn into the beginning of what I meant to mention smiles turn and my eyes wait far from idle and look I present the finish face of an internal clock of missing parts that were filled like the hand of mechanical man like knuckles busted turned to every click like clink a shuffling grasp of machine like hands into the machine forgotten like death onto the machine clock, tick and falls all the names goes into your name ***** the **** name
To myself, and dangers of my psychosis
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