Nov 2019
The ticking
Of the accursed clock
Is a constant lullaby
That weighs heavy
On my beating heart
Each tick of that clock
Draws near to the day of
Eternal Slumber
Where I would be left with
Nothing but the clothes
On my back
And
Alone .
Of the accursed clock
Is a constant lullaby
That weighs heavy
On my beating heart
Each tick of that clock
Draws near to the day of
Eternal Slumber
Where I would be left with
Nothing but the clothes
On my back
And
Alone .
I don’t have family in Arizona more specifically America so I was feeling a bit lonely. Enjoy the holiday if you are in America
