Tick tock tick tock ...
Teng .....
The time walking, slowly but surely ...
And go back again ... towards the same point .. till death ..
Slowly .. but surely, die ...
Tick-tock tick tock .... keep going do not know morning or evening ..
The body is old or a toddler, all the same ... we are waiting for death ...
Sitting silent .. twilight looked almost lost ....
Dead .... slowly, .. land .. lost in the darkness ..
old or younger who are now waiting their turn ..
wait a second death's door.
wait izra'il pick. among the ready or scared ... nothing could stop him other than he who mencipakanya ..
nothing can stop the seconds that continues to spin .. no one can ..
we can only wait .. waiting for death ..
death will come at any time, not delivery services or service packages ..
death is a puzzle that never solved ..
death part of life ..
tick-tock tick tock .... tok.tik
teng .. teng .. another reads,
but death has not been picked ...
tick tock tick tock .. tick tock ..
teng teng teng .... still the same ... the butcher might be busy butchering other people at this time ..
or maybe he is on a corner of the room, staring at me and waiting for orders, ..
to pick up my death ..
tick tock .... tick tokkk
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