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A clock ticks time by tirelessly
Gears winding like twines of string
With quaint clicking quickly quieting
Until finally time stands still

Broken glass of a smooth clock face
Gears halting in deformity
Glistening shards like the sands of time
Ceasing in their downward flight

A once beating ticking heart of life
Now is lost within a sleepless night
Once a momentum to continued light
Now falls to the ringing silence's might

Time broken into shattered deaths
Until there is simply nothing left
Maybe you've guessed; my nightstand clock broke. It's not like it was an antique that belonged to my great grandmother or anything. Oh wait....
Blood on the floor, god you're such a bore.
Tears in my eyes, another person sighs.
Screams in my ears, laugh at my tears.
If I jumped would you care or would you just stare?

Life is flashing by, but all I can do is cry.
I'm begging for you to stay, but I'm telling you to go away.
Which way is up, which way is down?
Will you laugh when I hit the ground?

— The End —