Poetry

Tic-tic-tic-tic

Tic-tic-tic-tic

Overwhelming desires of listening to the clock tic

Tic-tic-tic-tic

My life's on fast forward as the days blur together as one

Tic-tic-tic-tic

Overthinking, over-sleeping, never dreaming, play it on repeat

Tic-tic-tic-tic

The sounds you make, the smiles you two take, the laughs in the distance are quieted down over the constant...

Tic-tic-tic-tic

My brain is a clock, moving in a constant circle

Tic-tic-tic-tic

1....2....3.....4..... constant count downs. When will it be my time for silence

Tic-tic-tic-tic

When will it be my time

Between the seconds, hours, and minutes; my every breath is slowed into the constant rhythm of everything moving too rapidly

Tic

The starting sound of a trigger being pulled back

Tic-tic-tic-tic....

(silence)

Now I'm gone....