Spinning clocks and wooden doors
A bloodstained uniform
A fearful pause
Turn back time
Recover my loss
But we always die
The doors are locked
Bloodied walls and polished floors
A broken blade
Uncovered flaws
I've lost my mind
I cannot scream
The contract binds
My mind is lost
Darkened rooms and brightened halls
A binding journal
Tears that fall
I'm not alone
Now I see
No more mistakes
So we can leave
A/N: this is just a poem I wrote at a writing camp thing, so I decided to share it. I hope you enjoyed it. Review if you want, I need to improve my poetry skills so tips and stuff is appreciated.