Tick Tock, Discord Clock
By: Chance Hensley
8-4-2012


the clock still ticks,
and with each tock,
a new thought begins.
discard and start over,
the discord is not over,
lie to me, my sweet lover.

this dryness in my throat,
the block on my tongue,
words are my enemy.
discard and start over,
the discord is not over,
lie to me, my sweet lover.

and in the end,
ill say nothing at all.
I live and die in silence.
discard and start over,
the discord is not over,
lie to me, my sweet lover.

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