Sign 666 Poem by Sandra jacks

They tell me to,
sign my name on the dotted line...
I look up into those eyes,
glaring down at mine,
The clock tic tocks,
now I'm feeling blind,
the stress is too much,
my feelings,
unrefined.

I'm overwhelmed,
By the pressure now,
Pushing me down,
I'm about to pop,
A balloon is meant to float,
Not dropp and,
My pen hits the paper,
And I pause,
I am frozen in time,
I am empty with no cause.

Sign my name on the dotted line,
Only one reside with me here,
His name is simple,
His number is clear.

Sign..six six six...on the dotted line dear...