It's About Time Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Running out of time
His warped world is mine

It's a Dahli-esqe painting;
Yes, I crossed that line.

All the colors bleeding down
This warped world surrounds me
It swirls and twirls
Nothing seems to ground me

Tick-tocking, tic-tock
Tick-tocking fucking clock
I can't seem to escape this hell
The gates are chained;
They're always locked!
I scream for mercy as my fists,
They try to smash this clock

Tic-tock
Tic-tock
Tic-tock

Right in my face, I run even faster
Get me out of this dream
This bleeding-painted disaster!
I need to escape
I beg and plead to the Master
I convince myself I'll wake up
The dream, it cannot last here

Tic-tock
Tic-tock
Tic-tock

Does he want my soul?
It's his to keep
I fell too hard
Was buried too deep
I cry, I beg
I sob, I weep

But they chain me to the floor
And truthfully?
I cannot even breathe.

And it never seems to stop.
Pervasive and persistent
It's fire down here; it is so hot!

The ticking reminds me of every minute
I spent in this nightmare
Clocks are dripping down
And there are demons everywhere!

The ticking of this nightmare,
I would do anything to make it stop
I feel astounded, I am scared,
Of this deadly clock.

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