In my soul a clock is heard
Ever going but the hands
Never move on
"Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Stuck in obscurity's shade, it is
Perpetual between the moments.

I gaze inwards when the shutters to
The world close and I see a tear
Pulverized
Shattering
Shivered
On onyx pieces of a soul now jagged
And torn. Twilight had edged on
The horizon of my inner self.

I knew that it would always be a
Funeral pyre of darkness that
Coated
Glazed
Stained
Resides in smouldering embers
Blackening me from the inside.