They Sing – Wrapped In Words

Days are numbered,

time counts down,

counting from 100,

counting down from 9,

it’s running out,

it’s almost done,

I hear them call,

I hear them sing,

floating lightly,

into my ears,

no whispers,

no growls,

no vicious words,

just a song,

one you may have heard,

it’s sweet,

it’s soft,

but it’s never felt this dark before,

can you hear them?

they’re singing,

that gently rhyme,

a rhyme that plays along,

 as you run out of time,

its got the whole word,

in its hands.


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