Chapitre 41: Clocks then Shadows
It ticks its own time, but I was living right in-front of it
It was rather vintage looking, but once I looked into it; something wasn't the same like it was when I closed my eyes in nature
Around the clock on the wall, was dark but the same kitchen as where my nostalgia has risen
It was quite concerning although the memory of me ignored the real truth for too long
It locked it self behind the dark wood door behind my mind locked, taped, glued, my own childlike mind; I wouldn't let it rule over my mind again
But the shadows still seek me, they are hidden in the dark
Be aware of the dreams you had, nightmares foretold your imagination then lock it inside it's own coming and corpse before it remains in your rusted, hopeless mind.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
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