slipping through the cracks.
missing another by just a split
watching and waiting, hoping and praying.
the time will never arrive, the clock is broken, striking wrong every time.
tick, beg. tick, cry.
never once been this wrong in this life.
pain courses like the blood on the floor.
eyes pool like abyss, drag.
soulful distaste rattles, chimes startle.
tick, beg. tick, cry.
scratch the itch, tear open the wound.
solve the problem, start another,
tied to a fate worse than the start.
look, don't touch.
the clock stops, time's up.
beg, cry.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 5:07 PM UTC
slipping through the cracks.
missing another by just a split
watching and waiting, hoping and praying.
the time will never arrive, the clock is broken, striking wrong every time.
tick, beg. tick, cry.
never once been this wrong in this life.
pain courses like the blood on the floor.
eyes pool like abyss, drag.
soulful distaste rattles, chimes startle.
tick, beg. tick, cry.
scratch the itch, tear open the wound.
solve the problem, start another,
tied to a fate worse than the start.
look, don't touch.
the clock stops, time's up.
beg, cry.
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