in the drowning of a sad sun,
in the death of a never ticking clock,
eyes twitched,
bated breath,
sorrow was a mood,but today a friend that clung,
and in the glares from the shadows,
that in negotiation with a creator were,
a darker being sits,
his song never ending,
and he said,
your road was long,
but your time is gone,
they stand around,
but you lie alone,
do not shed a tear,
there be nothing to fear,
for yours be a time,
for another wingless angel,
©skillz
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