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Like . . . Tic . . . Has Stolen Me . . . Toc . . .

Like clockwork
my joy dissipates.
Tick . . .
Oh joyous day!
Toc . . .
Oh fuck!

The clenching in my throat
. . .
Tightening in my lungs . .
. . . .
my heart . . .

Beautiful fire
burning higher and higher

licking the roof of my mouth
and caressing my lips
leaving only charred flesh.

Like clockwork . . .
Tick . . .
I cannot
Toc . . .
without
Tick . . .
my love
Toc . . .

Always interrupting me.
My life revolves
around the ticking of the clock.

This hangs over me
begging for blood
waiting for death
waiting for me to join the herd
thousands of lost souls
crying in pain
begging for release
from depression's cruel grip.
Written by stormz_of_fire (River)
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