Time is ticking away,
Not by every second,
But dropp by drop,
From my bleeding hand.
The wounds you gave me,
Crawl over my skin,
Its time for pay back,
“Love”- my ultimate sin.
Draining red water,
Gives me sizzle,
As it seeps down,
And forms a puddle.
Once my fond memories,
Are now mocking at me,
A weak smile slipped off my lips,
Knowing soon I’d flee!
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