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Tick tock
Tock tick
Tick tock tick tock tick tock

The clock on the wall is the only noise besides the dread
inside my head, it’s making me cry my eyes out, bleeding in and
out on my bed waiting for this everlasting pain to cease and I can
be dead.
It’s not just a punishment for the noises mixing together in my brain,
I cannot contain all the fuzzy blathering going on like a mix of a beautiful irony within the rain. My clock ticking and tocking so long it may drive me insane.
But... what is sanity to oneself?
Is it something we can find on a dusty shelf? A medicine to improve your health?
What is this fierce driving to try to succeed? It’s making the fight harder
Making it harder to breathe and to bleed.

Tick tock tick tock tick

Speeding up the pace of this race of pawns and tearing at my face
at the disgrace of all this hate and all of my flaws.
Coming up with a remedy to save me and others from the subtly of the evil dwelling within all this stupidity and all the flaws that come tumbling after.
After all this nonsense and innocence combining together to force me to drive some sense into my head.
Clocks going mad with ticking and driving me to the fricking edge of my despair wanting me, no, forcing me to gasp for air.

TICKTOCKTICKTOCKTICK

It’s getting worse, such a curse on this house of my enemies and my families. What could make it worse? I sit here trying to nurse all my wounds back together again before them and all of my insanity trying to prevail over this lack of judgment.

Ti..
Tickkkkkk
Toocck...
tick
tock
tick

And then it all ends.

(2014)

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