Hell bound clock

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
as life slips through our fingers inevitably, I wrote this poem with many different meanings of life you pick which one you want to see it as.

Submitted: June 28, 2013

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As time is ticking 
Slowly every second
Your life draws ever so near
To its sickening

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As you sit, watching the clock, 
Move it's hands to its slow tempo
waiting, knowing what's next
So you sit in subtle shock

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As hell draws ever near,
You see it in your own eyes
The clock it's final tick
Waiting for it to happen in fear

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As hell shows its doors
You watch the hell bound clock,
Trembling, coverd in the scent of death
As your soul slips through the floors

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You sit there in fire
No More clock to count down your seconds, 
In the clock that sent you last life away
never more wanting to do as you desire


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