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Swinging high, the mind takes flight,

Thoughts like lightning, burning bright.

World in hand, he cannot fall,

Rides the storm and feels it all.

Ticking fast, the pendulum sways,

Energy in endless blaze.

Dreams and plans, they flood his mind,

Leaves the rest of life behind.

But the swing must turn its course,

Manic high meets crushing force.

Darkness creeps, the light is gone,

All that’s left is dragging on.

Clockwork made with steady hand,

Tries to stop what none can stand.

Sways above, a silver gleam,

Catching every shattered dream.

Tick-tock, faster, no control,

Pendulum sways through his soul.

High to low, the madness grows,

Deeper still, the darkness flows.

On the floor, he waits in fear,

Whispers cruel and voices near.

Blade above, it calls his name,

Tired of this endless game.

Tick-tock, faster, sharp and cold,

Promises of peace untold.

As the silence fills the air,

Pendulum swings, but he's not there.