'Tic-Toc, Tic-Toc
Tic-Toc, Goes the clock
Tic-Toc, Tic-Toc
Tic-Toc, the clock won't stop.'
The ticking keeps on—
It's driving me mad
I've surpassed feeling distressed
I'm no longer merely SAD
These emotions right now?
They are completely insane
Like, I no longer have mercy
Like, I'm down for the game
Whatever it is—
I'm still alive
I am still breathing
I have survived
Maybe, for now—
The clock's in my mind
But it's drugs I will take
Yes, it's drugs I will find
Callous and defective—
This is how I feel, now!
My wounds are sliced open
And, they won't seem to heal now!
On goes the TICKING
Of that God-Forsaken clock!
I wish it would vanish
I want it to ROT
Yet, I do not break free!
Why don't I run?
Even though evil is winning—
Or hell, it has already won!
What is the truth now?
And what is the lie?
Deceit, now I face—
And then I start to cry.
The deception from a mind;
From a soul I once knew.
A mind with a path
A spirit with a clue
A mind with stability
Practicality I once owned
Forethought within reason
A soul with a home
Gone are those days,
And they aren't coming back
And now darkness prevails
My essence is so black!
With the beauty of the midnight
But, with the loneliness as well
It's like a hell that is in heaven
Or perhaps, a holy hell.
© copyright 2010-2024 Eternal Damnation Nicole D'Settēmi
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