Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...
So deep in my ears
there is a song...
It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...
made a decision to end it all
my religion is family...
and yet, it manages to swell again;
the sadness is lamenting again...
Petals,
autumnal, spiralling...
Gasping cautiously
yet not everyone survived...
There are those that are not willing to confess it...
terrified of the light, we die with a mouthful
of words that took root on our tongues...
Our death is intended
unless we prove otherwise...
When things start falling,
the ceiling crumbling...
Is it about my bookshelf
or is it about the depth behind all those books on...