The pocket watch spat forth a cog,....
Hands frozen, still time ticks on.....
Shards of glass, remnants of an hour glass that passed, its final grain. ....
Seasons pass uncontrolled. ....
Minute beings....
Blink upon....
Eternity. ....
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Reality lies not in flesh and bone, it's in these thoughts as clear to see. ....
Black ink upon black paper read so legibly. ....
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When you can't hear why do you scream? ....
As time still shouts you out of existence. ....
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Pick it up....
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Our destiny lies in the dust, just slit my throat in place me in the crust.....
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The present is nothing but a photograph of the past. I'm just an image that will never last.....
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Mortality reminds us....
That we're insignificant.....
Unaltered time is....
Ignorant....
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When you can't hear why the fuck do you scream?.....
When you can't hear why do you scream? And time still shouts you out of existence.....
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Pick it up....
....
Our destiny lies in the dust, just slit my throat in place me in the crust.....
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