The click-clack of the clanging clockwork, Its ever soothing song caused her mind to slither, Into the same sweet sleep-like stage, That she had known all her life. She knew that soon she would have to say goodbye, For forever she would be forgotten, In her timeless paradox of hopelessness, When everyone around her had died.
Flash forward foursquare years and a fortnight, Her life in the lavish, lively, timberland, Would once again have to end in a quick manner. She would have to pack her precious belongings, And part ways with every crazy moment, Of her simplistic, temple-cleaning way of life For moving had become a way of life on its own. A bittersweet fact that she could never overcome. The life of never fitting in with the world around her. A sorrowful, simple, somewhat sadistic life she knew, A punishment to herself for living as long as she would. An eternity with a cold, almost black non-beating heart.