clock

The clock ticks, blood drips from my slit wrists. The ticking sound of it resembles my heartbeat. I forgot to undo my watch, now it's bloodstained. But the silence is too serene... And I feel no pain.

Abraxas licks Zeitgeist's piss off Oblivion's face. Eternity befuddled as Infinity deflowers the vase. The triaxial lace sprouts from Aevera's black milk. And Synazeth on Annyxtopheles, Sucking out the filth.

The clock ticks with splintery hands, slender and still. Time is unkind, and the limbs will shift perpetually uptil - It ticks of our armageddon, anteceding my damnation. And the clock is as lifeless as we are. The ticking - it's salvation.

It ticks of doomsday, naysayers now pray to their god. The gnostics sacrifice their infants on the synagogue. Mordant smog wallows over the deathbed of Christ. Cyanovanir is hungry for the intangible. Devours the dust like a feist.

Now spiral inward the cosmic coils of vacuous time. Undo the knots, release the starlings from the grime. And come back grousing, deaf and completely blind. For there is no clock. There is no ticking. And there is no time.