Clip, clop, clip, clop - the footsteps which creeping closer and closer.
Tick, tock, tick, tock - the ticking as time passes.
Whose voice is it?
Whose arms are reaching for me?
Why so cold?
Why so frightening?
Grasping me tightly in a deadly embrace
As the light fades from my eyes
A beautiful smile takes my last breath away.
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Algendhir (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2026 08:02
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Comments1
Time passing in this poem. Nothing better than to leave with a smile. Lovely
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