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Time Clock

Tick… Time's running out… I watch outside the window, seeing the pouring rain and thundering clouds that glare with flashes of lightning for who knows how long…

Tock… damn clock… so loud. It hurts my head now. Everything hurts. Even my numb heart. I no longer feel the tears that glide down my face in a hot river. No longer do I feel the pricking nerves that are sliced and dashed. Nor do I feel the hate anymore. Just sadness. Just the energy that drains from my body as the blood flows into the carpet.

I wonder if anyone will care. Perhaps they'll smile with glee as they spit upon my grave watching the non-existent roses wither in my now deceased mind. It is said that it is better to love once than to not at all. At times, I could disagree. The pain outweighed the pleasure anytime. The loneliness surpassed the companionship. The hate destroyed the love.

Tick… it sounds slower now… and I can barely feel my pulse. Good. But I'm so scared… to never see another day again… my family… not that that matters much. Never really was much of a family. Everyone attacked each other. Got involved? You were a criminal. Stayed out? You were worse. The things I've done to them. The monster I was. How they ever loved me at one point will forever shock me… I just wish… I just wish a lot of things… but then again, I'm selfish. Or so I'm told.

…Tock… then… there's the one that holds my fragile heart… they don't even realize how delicate it is… I love them… with all my heart and soul… I'd do anything for them, but I can't tell them how much they mean to me… to give them the first kiss I never received to giving them my life without a second thought…

Who would have known that you felt the same way… with the way you're holding me close, to the point where your tears fall on my bloodied lips and slip in to where I taste your bitter feelings, your sorrow… and the way I barely feel your fingertips on my wet cheeks and… my first and only kiss… only to never witness the end of it. Too bad that last tick never comes…

By: Mckayle Icener '04