Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock
The clock reverbates the sound of wood dropped on a block
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Your body slowly loses its sense of shock

As you watch the pendulem swing
You experience the vague notion of dying
You become lost in ethereal fantasies
Traveling abroad to unknown galaxies
You lose sense of touch, taste, and feel
You are spun around as if on a wheel
You sense someone far, far away
You sense someone speak, they say:
“Blue is the color of the sky
All of your life has been a lie
No one really loves you
You life is devoid of all that is true
Lay it down–Just give up
Drink the liquor in the cup…”
Tick Tock, Tickety Wickety Tock
You are brought out of your shock
No longer lost in words of reverie
You reach for your drink unconsiously…

Ten hours later, on the news
The anchorman tells that trouble brews
Another person in their prime
Was found dead from drinking acidic lime
No signs of beating nor bound
Not a trace of struggle found
“Another case you?!?” You say,
“This has been two in one day!”
You relax in your chair to relieve the initial shock
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock…

By Blessed

Born on August 20, 1983. Went through really religious period, now in a very dark one...been there ever since. Love scaring the shit out of people that expect you to be good. Read my poetry...see what a Valedictorian really has on his mind.