A Clicking Tock

A night, again, in waking sleep, Unuttered words that write the wall From depths of darkness figures creep Beneath the million fathom fall Unspeakable the dreams that fright The squinted eyes belie the wake Beneath the sheets to flee the fight And unformed lies the voices make A promise, bargain, deal to death Felled on ears that will deny Ushered to betray in breath The truth that sleep is but a lie In the day's too honest light The facts that once obscured are bare The fears evaded in the night Remain and quest the soul to tear A wish, once made, can only die The worst of all desires untold Anything that grows to try Will wither in the winter's cold The waking brings the banishment The sleeping can't afford But the whisper's vanishment Is undone by will's accord Though too sweet the words once spun And the price too great to say Life's a game not easily won Until the dice are thrown away A night, again, in waking sleep, Forgotten words exposed to swear The oath he oaths to wholly keep In the Game, there's none unfair Be it love, or hope, or lust That drives the mind to needs of want So badly that one would entrust Such evil with the heart's one haunt Impossible, the logic cries The truest evil's the mind of man Projecting those traits we so despise Is but the brain's self-loathing plan Impossible, the hearts dictates And truly wrong, but be it so Then what's the price? The soul berrates For the secrets that heart does stow? Unsleeping, so the one returns Whose promises resound through thought And name and words to the flesh he burns So that his offer not be forgot If but a touch of lunacy already exists What is the matter of spreading the rot When a ticking clock is what resists The selling is hardly worth the thought In another night of waking daze To make one last oath he may, "Just sacrifice your mind to craze, And I will take your pain away" The deal once struck cannot revoke The sacrifice is in the smile The delivery of pays bespoke Cements the access to freely while With every day, the sleeping's less And words will flow from wall to hand Building to the mind's egress The hourglass killing shards of sand When the time has run and no hours will flow He will come to me to find Into the madness I'll gladly go For, unto him, I sold my mind.