Tick
The candle's shadow lengthens
As sound slowly dies
Tock
All my friends are dead
Never had many friends
Tick
No-one remembers the mad old woman
Leave the mouldy bread for the mad old woman
Tock
Can't see like I used to, dear
Can't hear like I used to, dear
Can only taste soup, me teeth are long gone dear
Can't think like I used to, dear
Tick
If only the wolf would gobble me up
That I might at least be remembered for that
Tock
And the candlelight shadows get longer and longer
And all I can see is the glint of the scythe
A contest entry
- misery loves company... by nobodys-girl.
700 points, ended January 18, 92 entries
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Comments
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wow...very dark and depressing. just what i was looking for. thank you so much for entering my contest and best of luck!
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