Tick, tick, tick
The amount of waiting makes me sick
I don't know why my mind doesn't just click
And release me from this disgusting parasitic tick.
Tock, tock, tock
The time is draining from the clock
My key wont fit into the lock
I just want to survive this, I don't care if it's in shock.
Boom
YOU ARE READING
Marionette
PoetryJust some poetry. I've given up on being a novelist for the time being so most of what I post will be poetry or short stories if I feel up for it
