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The Clockwork Ghost
The Clockwork Ghost
I am the clockwork ghost.
Dead but alive, moving but lifeless,
I haunt the ruins of my life.
I shuffle about the routine,
Going at precisely the time I am expected,
To precisely where I am expected,
Doing precisely what I am expected.
I died long ago, but remain,
Shackled to this world
By everything I am,
By everything I was,
By everything I will inevitably be.
Restrained from heaven or hell,
Everyone demands I remain,
And I remain.
Everyone demands of me,
And I deliver.
They demand I be here at this time,
There at another,
And I am.
Just like clockwork.
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Comments
paranoiddoll Says:
Cool. I really like it :) Mine aren't nearly as good as this lol. Great job. *favs*
RealScience Says:
I feel like that all the time. Nice one.
ShiningFaith Says:
perfection in the form of poetry, but then again, what other form would be expected...