This week's 100 Word Challenge. Why not join us?
Save hope, breath be nothing more than the ticking of a clock
Tic toc Tic toc
It counteth away the beats of a heart tis all but stone
Ticking away, beckoning a finality
An existence with not beginning, neither end, void of purpose
Be there nothing for which one would die
Neither for which one should live
To have not life, aye neither death, but only incessant drudgery
A pseudo-mechanical time-keeping
Forging onward toward one sure end that will neither be felt, nor missed
Alas we are not this,
Tic toc Tic toc
It counteth away the beats of a heart tis all but stone
Ticking away, beckoning a finality
An existence with not beginning, neither end, void of purpose
Be there nothing for which one would die
Neither for which one should live
To have not life, aye neither death, but only incessant drudgery
A pseudo-mechanical time-keeping
Forging onward toward one sure end that will neither be felt, nor missed
Alas we are not this,
but rather hope manifest in flesh
