Obsession is a dirty creature with talons needle thin,
That pierce our hearts until they bleed empty of all we held within.
Madness reigns in my veins,
Where clockwork ticks in my heart's place.
The gears do turn in ever which way,
Unable to decide with which devil to play.
Monsters creep in the shadows so dense,
Where horrors from the past have haunt me since.
Of logic and insanity,
My mechanisms are made.
Where rust envelops,
what once was gold inlaid.
Devils and monsters,
Of their corpses my cage was born.
With their blood,
A key, I formed.
A horologist I am.
The gears I, myself, place.
Clanking and clinking,
Are the mechanics behind the clock face.
Time and space I warp to my will,
To spin tales of chill and thrill.
Like gravity, my worlds pull you in.
Where nothing is ever a sin.
Here, love is found
and nightmares are friend.
Here, adventure never ends.
Enter my realm of wonderland.
I am the clockmaker,
I wield the ticking hand.
~ by: BROOKE BUTLER
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- Listening to a staticky old tune by a river deep in the wood
- JoinedSeptember 2, 2014