The clock stops
Broken stands the wheels of time Fixed in place Molded within flesh Locked to its vision of darkness in glass Smudged fingerprints smear the future Glistening deceit Filtered hopes Our Hands fixed, pointing bone white fingers Careless eyes gaze upon rigid silence The soundless monotony The endless monogamy A moment that echo’s forever. StifledSomething i wrote a few years ago... might need work... But i thought i'd ask you fanastic people first Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 01:18 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Broken stands the wheels of time..."