My Beating Clock

A Poem by xMindy

Haunting
Murderous Song
Always screaming at me
My clock, it bleed, like my skin wounds
Lying

Sadness
My clock broken
This burning pain inside
I blame the Kindess of my clock
Mocking

Hated
Why always me
A painful incision
I create on myself daily
Nightmares

Silence
Quiet beating
My almost leathal state
I welcome my death happily
It's time

Tick Tock. Tick Tock - Silence

© 2009 xMindy

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Added on February 7, 2009
Last Updated on February 7, 2009

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xMindy

Hot Springs, AR

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My name is Brigette; everyone calls me Mindy though. =D I am in love with writing and reading. Poetry is my passion and it flows through me. I really don't have one topic that i stick to; i just write.. more..