Sparkatale

Echoing thoughts

ignoring strangers

bearing no favors

As my skin rots.

Being alone

feeling shallow

As if I'm a shadow

More rugged than a stone.

No one to save her

She sit’s in the dark

Leaving a mark

all of it seemed to blur.

Day’s pasted

gone so quick

All she had was the tick

Seemingly wasted.

Clocks continue

just as she does

she has many foes

She pins you.

The girl with the ticking heart

will win you over

She’s truly a lover

But then she’ll wake with a ticking start.