Clocks.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
They mark the passing of time
Of memories
Of people
Of friends
Of family.
They document our deepest thoughts and most traitorous behaviors in one simple motion.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
If only I can find a way to break them,
To break the cycle,
To break the loop,
To break the never ending sadness that traps me here.
If only I could get to them…
But I can't.
I'm caught in a net,
A web of endless darkness,
Of nothingness,
Of a faint red color that seeps from my body like a river.
It flows, never stopping…
Never ending…
Like time.
And the clocks that keep it.
