the beekeeper.

johnny boy.

Stop with the ticking.
That tick, tick, ticking
Like it's flicking at my brain and telling me that my life
Is tick, tick, ticking away.

Stop with the chimes and that God awful gong
I'm tired of hearing them whenever it strikes another hour
Another hour of overthinking your meaning,
Another hour of begging you'd stop that tick, tick, ticking.

I wish a crocodile would swallow you whole and stop that awful ticking,
Mute it in his throat and dissolve you in his stomach.
I bet it would be fun to watch your old-fashioned wood chip, chip, chipping away
And hearing that tick, tick, ticking fade into silence.

You say no words but speak volumes with that
Tick.
Tick.
Ticking.
I want to pry open the crocodile's mouth with your arms and
Rip my ears off of my head,
Then shove them in that reptile's gut with you
Until we both disintegrate into nothing.
Just something to stop that
Ticking, ticking, that Godforsaken ticking.

The song that plays every hour relays fears and anxieties in my head
Of how I'm not going to live long and
In another hour I might be dead.
My heart begins tock, tock, tocking at the sound of your
Tick, tick,
Ticking
And we both tick-tock together until one of us can't take it anymore
And our gears pop out of our bodies
And clog up every thought process we have
And we won't tick, tock, tick anymore.

Until then it'll be synchronized blasphemy,
And we will begin to merge into one as time goes on.
Just us and our forceful
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Ticking.