| General Poetry
posted November 11, 2024 |
Caution when calm
The dooms day clock
Stop laughing,
Playing,
Smiling,
With your big teeth,
And with your wide eyes,
That should be void and empty inside.
End it,
If you are brave,
Are you?
Do you need the address,
SI Road,
Next to death's backyard,
Filled with restless beds,
Made in life,
Tossed in,-
In death.
Tired of this world,
Of the people in it,
Tired of everything really.
Numb and cold,
Bored and over all,-
You felt the cold of it?
I heard you exclaim,
How cold it is,-
But,
Could you imagine living that way?
A living, breathing,
Dooms day clock,
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
11:11 on the clock.
Ice, non-melting,
Do you dare,
To thaw a glacier of a heart,
Or you gonna walk away,
Knowing now,-
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
11:11 on the clock.
Full well,
Fully warned,
Corrupted hearts,
Would you defend it,
Protect the dooms day clock,
Or would you rip the springs out,
And forward time,
To the seconds of lost.
Too late maybe,
The dooms day clock started ticking,
In 2014.
Do you all remember,
All the terrible things,
You did that year.
Tick, tick, tick, tick,
11:11 on the clock,
Down it counts,-
The dooms day clock.
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