queued thoughts

XV

tick-tock, tick-tock

i watch the clock on the wall

tick-tock, tick-tock

i can't sleep now

is it too late to drown?

i can't sleep friend

my thoughts are too loud

the voices inside

eat at me all day, becoming obese by the night

i think about the end just way too much

i can't stop

i can't sleep

i can't come back

maybe the ocean will take me in

for the fortnight or forever

drowning me in its thoughts

putting me to slumber

an endless abyss.

-b