December 14, 2017

I watch his hands move
Cold and meticulous

Those hands control me
I must obey
I can’t ignore them

He follows me wherever I go
An ever present reminder
That I am trapped with no escape

Will he ever leave?
Or will he always follow me
Slowly pushing me closer and closer to my grave

I hear him now
Louder, louder, louder

Tick, tick, tick

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