Title: Time To Die
by Craig from Cornwall | in writing, poetry, dark
It creeps up on us
a thief,
a serial killer
the devil,
darting from shadow to shadow
it follows us
stalks us,
waiting
watching for the illumination of light
as it slowly flickers into a dead amber,
sitting within the whisps of cigarette smoke
bouncing to the heave-ho melody
of the dialysis machine
holding its breath for the momentary second
when silence will loudly strike,
time:
the greatest criminal of them all,
its minute hand
wrapping its sweaty knuckles around our throat
as the hour perpetrates our skin
severing our spinal cords,
time:
I am arresting you under suspicion
of breaking and entering
the sentence; death.
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