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As the clock ticks,

Tick…Tick…Tick…

Time passes me by, as I slowly engulf

In the memories of you and me!                                                                                    

Were you a part of my Life?

Tick…Tick…Tick…

Dejavu I hope, but deep in piercing

Within my memories are nothing but the

Farce of reality. Series of images,

Divided by flashes of white lights, allows,

Me to gasp for breath in present times.

Tick…Tick…Tick…

Suffocation of guilt is all that is of gain now.

The blink of the eyes, spilt seconds of darkness,

Depicted the innocence that one longs for.

Tick…Tick…Tick…

The hatred I habour upon the synchronizations of

The past into my only present. Should I blame you?

The path I once thread, is felt with dirt now,

The prints trails it’s way into the future. Should I blame

Myself?

Tick…Tick…Tick…

The vision that stares at the reflection of mine,

Causes a delassation within my soul. How far more

Do I have to go? Is there a barren desert among the bundles

Of memories that I have entangled myself in?

Can I seek for a fresh start?

Tick…Tick…Tick…

Time passes me by, HAVE I CEASED TO EXIST?

*Under the blanket of tears, A vision follows the strength to carry on*