Tick tock, tick tock.
Time is ticking away.
She sits there,
in the middle of the room,
thinking.
Her eyes are closed,
her brain working,
imagining,
sending her off to a brand new world.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The clock is ticking away.
Yet she remains still,
seated on the chair,
thinking.
Escaping her reality,
her pain she is releasing.
Longing,
for riddance of this monster they call life.
Tick tock, tick tock..
The time is slipping away.
She sits there,
in the middle of the room,
thinking.
