Hickory Dickory Dock
Such delight jigsaw puzzles bring
Dont you agree?
You have cut me into billions of little pieces
but few make the attempt to put me together.
You seem to find more amusement in taking me apart
One by one the pieces become jagged until
I no longer fit together.
Let someone else mend me,
Its easier that way.
For who would be so self sacrificing.
I have lost divine purpose and seem now
to be more of a reapers potent.
You are failing your only trial.
Soon the gavel will arc
and the sentence known
I am a part of you as you
are a part of me
but I know you are searching for the key
to the shackles that hold us together
I have become an excuse
You are all tainting me
with each breath you take.
Concentrate on the flesh-filled smoke and ash
as it fills your lungs
and anguished screams echo in you ears
You yield to the tantalizing blade of temptation
Once, Twice, Thrice.
I drain from you
as you lose lifes sustenance and become
hollow beasts. Drip, drop
Believe what you will
about your immunity
Few of you resist the polychromatic pixels
as they blind you with their whisperings
of blissful eternity.
I am what you have become,
what is left of your so-called humanity,
littered with bullet holes
that were fired from guns
formed out of your own virtues.
Time is making a mockery of you all
and I cachinnate along side it, watching
your feverish endeavor to grasp
the few precious seconds
you all have left.
You cannot grip them as they slip
through your blood-stained hands.
Hurry now
Tick tock. Tick, tock.
Tick.
Tock.
















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