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Time After Death

April 5, 2010
By Anonymous

Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.
A clock ticking slowly, but so loud
like the heart with no beat now
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.
Make it stop, Make it stop!
the ticking of that d**n clock
she is dead, I know for sure
by the hate, I can't endure
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
blood drips from my fingertips
Sorry. Sorry. I must be
though I cannot see
why it should matter much to thee
Fear I see upon your face
though a tear I do not make
Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock.
says those hands, upon that clock.


The author's comments:
Okay, don't panic, this is not real, this a a poam by a character in a book I'm writing. NO Crazy killers, just a Weird Writer. LOL. Please comment, I'm looking for critism, so please; set me straight. Thanks.

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on Jul. 22 2010 at 11:45 am
sleeplessdreamer PLATINUM, Raleigh, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"I have always wanted to write in such a way that people say, 'I have always thought that but never found the words for it.'" -anonymous

HAHA!!!! I love this. I wish you hadn't told me you weren't a crazy killer, it wouldn't have made it so much fun!! Just kidding, but in all seriousness, I love the rhythm of the "Tick. Tock."s and the "Drip. Drip"s, etc. Really well done.