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Time keeps ticking away,
But the hands on the clock move too slowly.
Hours pass by, but I can't move;
I'm trapped in a lonely cell,
Tied down by the chains of hopelessness.
Shivering in the dark,
Emptiness controlling my mind-
The walls are closing in on me,
And I can't breathe.
My hands shake.
I try to scream only to choke;
I turn my head, looking for someone to help me.
My eyes lock on a face with gleaming eyes.
I beg for freedom,
For mercy,
But the face only laughs.
I open my mouth to defend myself
And am caught in a fit of coughing;
I choke on my own blood
As it fills my throat and lungs
And pours out of my mouth,
Covering the cold, hard ground.
But the hands on the clock move too slowly.
Hours pass by, but I can't move;
I'm trapped in a lonely cell,
Tied down by the chains of hopelessness.
Shivering in the dark,
Emptiness controlling my mind-
The walls are closing in on me,
And I can't breathe.
My hands shake.
I try to scream only to choke;
I turn my head, looking for someone to help me.
My eyes lock on a face with gleaming eyes.
I beg for freedom,
For mercy,
But the face only laughs.
I open my mouth to defend myself
And am caught in a fit of coughing;
I choke on my own blood
As it fills my throat and lungs
And pours out of my mouth,
Covering the cold, hard ground.
Not really sure what this is about. I was just bored and was staring at the clock when I wrote this.
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Very very powerful