"11:11"
Tick tock, tick tock.
The chimes have been endless,
All coming from the clock.
They're making me restless.
It's almost 11:11.
I've had so much time to think,
I've felt like this since 7.
It feels like I'm on a brink.
It's 11:11 now.
My blood is running cold.
Something will happen, I'm not sure when or how.
I don't like this, I feel old.
It's time.
Time to make a wish.
There's another chime,
Just as I barely finish.
I wish I'd stop being so paranoid.
It's done.
I didn't feel any relief, I just felt void.
"This is just the beginning, I haven't had any fun."
That's what the voice said,
Before I was pulled into the darkness.
It's too late, I'm dead.
I shouldn't have been so careless.
(A/N: I don't like this so much anymore, but it wasn't bad considering I was barely 13.5 while writing it. I'm only keeping it up because I want to write a short story or fanfiction based off of it.)
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Dark Irises Among Soulless Voids
PoetryI really like poetry, because it doesn't have to be long. So, here I'll occasionally be writing random poems on random topics. I might write romance, horror, angst, or something else. It'll probably just be those genres, considering I'm not exactly...
