A photoshopped macro of my watch.
Tick, tock, tick,
My watch chimes on and on,
Each passing seconds of my life measured,
Life slipping away noted by the eternal rhythm.
Tock, Tick, Tock,
Metal and leather bound together,
Bondage of flesh and mechanics,
The measure of life through twelve hours.
Tick, Tick, Tock,
The sounds of my clock,
A heartbeat of cogs,
A soul of springs.
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