Hole
As the classic saying goes,
'Time flies when you're having fun'
The clock chases you on the dot, quickening in pace with every gracious smile and sweet sound.
The clock seems non-existant in this state of blissful ignorance to the world.
But suddently, the clock stops in your mind. You cannot hear the laughing; cannot see the smiling.
Puddles escape from your eyes, and your arms become thick roots.
Drowing, drowning, drowning...
Pools of grey form around the clock, muffling it's inevitable tick from the world.
A laugh is not heard, nor a smile left seen for miles and miles.
A hold forms underneath the clock, swallowing it whole.
Time does fly when you're having fun,
but flies off the handle in the hands of depression.
'Time flies when you're having fun'
The clock chases you on the dot, quickening in pace with every gracious smile and sweet sound.
The clock seems non-existant in this state of blissful ignorance to the world.
But suddently, the clock stops in your mind. You cannot hear the laughing; cannot see the smiling.
Puddles escape from your eyes, and your arms become thick roots.
Drowing, drowning, drowning...
Pools of grey form around the clock, muffling it's inevitable tick from the world.
A laugh is not heard, nor a smile left seen for miles and miles.
A hold forms underneath the clock, swallowing it whole.
Time does fly when you're having fun,
but flies off the handle in the hands of depression.
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depressed
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