tick tock,
tick tock,
tick tock,
tick tock,
the sound of the clock,
moving so slow,
knaws horribly at my brain,
i try not to think about,
but the clickling of your pens,
its always the same,
i wanna hit you,
you wanna smack me,
but all we can do is glare,
we can't conect,
all we can do is mentally fight,
and no one even cares,
the empty voice of sanctuary,
often never lends an ear to anyone,
it knaws at my sanity,
drains my charity,
and keeps fueling the pains,
until it rains.












Devious Comments
Comments
See I told you were a good poet...
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I like chocolate milk...
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Twas brilling and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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Jigsaw: BEWARE THE JABBERWOCK FOR IT'LL GET JUU!!!!
Leon: BETCH I HOPE IT ETS UUUU!!!!
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That which does not kill better be a fucking fast runner!
~HardyBoyz-fc
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Twas brilling and the slithy toves,
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
--
Jigsaw: BEWARE THE JABBERWOCK FOR IT'LL GET JUU!!!!
Leon: BETCH I HOPE IT ETS UUUU!!!!
--
That which does not kill better be a fucking fast runner!
~HardyBoyz-fc
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