"BeInG BENt"

An apocalyptic world surrounds me

Rusted gears still turn

Calk is rotting; bricks are falling

Oh, how I wish they'd learned

 

I'm all that's left

Alone I stand; "Alone, alone, alone."

My heart is loud, curved, sand, cold, dry

For I tell the time to no one

 

I believe they've died because of me

I wonder what went wrong

Those that made me are so many

But now they all are gone

 

And still I work to do my job

For people I hope come

They'll look to me with London Eyes

And wonder where I'm from

 

I bleed today, for I am hurt

And have been since they left

They should have killed me

(Or survived) but no mercy had they felt

 

So, twelve by twelve I lie awake

Listening to a silence

A silence that I interrupt

With every passing second

 

And time, I wish I did not know,

For immortal means forever

I function, run, near tombs of friends

Stop ticking, I will never

 

And gears still cry within my bones

"Alone, alone forever."

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Sabik Sidereal

The title is meant to be capitalised as such: "BeInG BENt"

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