Tic - Toc. Tic - Toc.
That is all I hear at night and I'm afraid that one night it will kill me. I'm afraid that it will drive me insane and then slowly, just as slow as a minute goes for me, kill me. Strangle me just like my thoughts does in the day.
When the night arrives is the time when I go numb. I can't feel a single thing and my body is collapsing, driving me in to a sleepless night.
Tic - Toc.
There is the sound again, the sound that my body got used to.
YOU ARE READING
Tic - Toc
PoesíaTic - Toc. This clock will never stop. Tic - Toc. This clock drives me insane. Tic - Toc. This clock will be my death. Tic - Toc. This clock will never stop. Tic -Toc. Please make it stop. -- Just my poetry in a book --