My blood drops,
In time with the ticks of the clock,
Tears to,
As I gasp for air aloud,
The symphony of catastrophic sounds play on,
All in time,
Perfect synchronisation.
I await the crescendo,
But it never stops.
In unison the sounds collect in my ear,
Leaving me fatigued,
It is endless.
It is timeless.
I am powerless.
It won’t stop.
It never stops.
I wish it would…

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