Fan Fiction ❯ The Clock ❯ The Clock ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: yamimylove
A poem i amde from a horrible Nightmare(well, still no sure if it was entirely a nightmare)
well, hope you like it.

Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Psychological | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 05.11.2005 | Updated On: 05.11.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 323 | Status: Completed

The clock
Tick . . . Tack
Ticking life away
Hopes can't find a wayTo my cold heart
The numbest artAs I succumb to the darkness
As I feel lifeless
Tick . . . Tack Seconds flash trough Tick . . . Tack
I can't breath, through
Tick . . . Tack
I can hear it
Tick . . . Tack
I can feel it
“Where I am?”
As my lips mumble
My wishes crumble
Bubbles…
My words in bubbles
Tick . . . Tack
“Help…”
I yelp
I scream
Choking on my only dream
I wake and look around
Darkness surround
“Hurt me…
Hate me…
But either way
You will be taken away”
The silent voice whispered
In my left ear, as I shivered
The room so lonely
Overwhelmed solely
Tick . . . Tack
On a dream
A dream of reality
That not anyone can ream
The susceptibility
Can broke souls
By mine owns
An angel
And a demon
Tick . . . Tack
My name
I whisper… me
I know the truth now
And my numb heart know
Can feel something
A hard sting
Tick . . . Tack
Fear…
 
Where is it from?
Perhaps this is my doom
Tick . . . Tack
From one place and from all places
I can hear how it passes
I'm listening silently
Darkness follows quietly
As my heart violent blows
Hidden secrets, nobody knows
Tick . . . Tack
Get back
Give me what I lack
An angel, a demon
Two worlds united, the light can't go on
You call me a hybrid
But is not my fault to braid
Two opposite worlds
Two threads, it holds
Tick . . . Tack
I submerge once again
The murky water makes me twist in pain
I notice now
How hollow
Is my soul, just as my heart…?
I doubt, the art
Of mystery
Tick . . . Tack
“The time is ending”
The voice again
Pain
Tick . . . Tack
My bare feet touch a cold surface
And in my face
You can see my desperation
And that brings back other question
Is my heart, fragile as this thin layer of crystal…?
Tick . . . . . . . . Tack