The pendulum swings
echoing inside the clock.
The muffled sound repeats,
tick, tock, tick, tock.
The noise echos hollowly
as if it is too empty to speak.
The rhythm is so off beat,
tick... tock... tick....... creek.
The clock's hands are failing
to point to the numbers on time.
The sound is now unnatural,
tick.. tock... tick...... chime.
The pendulum swings
slowly it falls apart like a thread.
The sound starts to echo,
tick..... tock.. tick....... dead.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
The pendulum swings
echoing inside the clock.
The muffled sound repeats,
tick, tock, tick, tock.
The noise echos hollowly
as if it is too empty to speak.
The rhythm is so off beat,
tick... tock... tick....... creek.
The clock's hands are failing
to point to the numbers on time.
The sound is now unnatural,
tick.. tock... tick...... chime.
The pendulum swings
slowly it falls apart like a thread.
The sound starts to echo,
tick..... tock.. tick....... dead.
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