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The Hands Of A Clock
The Hands Of A Clock
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No strings attached to the alluring beast,
Parasitic realm within the flesh & bones
Save my consent unto traversing veins
Temptations roar before they bleed
The decaying crowns announce
Serpents are the spineless creatures cold,
Moulding around gemstones and sapphire
The whiplash and rattle reverbs with Tick-tock
The hands of the musing shaky clock
Her frock star-studded and my home-town
Are meant for a play, a play of decline
My eye-balls, my ecstatic strained chest
Is a feast to the unseen fairies of dust
Perhaps beyond unseen I've been
To the seeds and roots of dormancy
I am to the ageless misery of fabric
Time is the ultimate mockery, a palindrome
What about the syndrome they call love!?
