March 31, 2004

Old Clock

"Furui tokei"
"Old Clock"

It was then that I took notice
That nothing has changed from long ago
Had I gone crazy?
Looked up to the sky and laughed out loud

In the corner of my room
An old clock which whiles silently;
millions of ticks of time
Telling countless tragic tales.

I jumped back quickly
A huge jet-black cloud in the sky
What I see before me is my corpse
my red, crushed, rotted corpse.

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