Stop running babe,
the clock is ticking
and you know you're losing
the battle you were never
winning.
So stop running from the demons
the dreams you know are chasing
and I can't help but with
rephrasing, there's nothing left
to lose.
Nightmares you're not escaping,
and fears you are creating,
the lies that are spilling
won't save you this time,
doll.
Drop it all, and start to feel,
nothing else you can do now,
will make you feel anymore real,
cse the clock is ticking, running out,
for you.
Author notes
The picture (: Hmms kinda short. Not very inspired tbh!
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This is an interesting piece, and a good take on the picture, I can say I wasn't expecting something like this. It doesn't flow as well as it could, but i think i also like it for that reason. It seems like the clock you talk about, has irregular chimings, and ticks. Well done and thanks for entering. Xx
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