Clockwork Heart

October 9, 2012
The heart is a booming chime,
Each word just ticking of time,
Pale fingers lose their hold,
And the sun sets with fading gold

Darkness comes in a tangled vine,
Slowly erasing my every line,
Music is but a distant sound,
When being lowered into the ground.

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