Broken Clock

As I sit here I can hear a broken clock Tick.. Tock... Tick.. Minutes turning into hours Each one faster than the one before The constant motion from both its hands, has started to make me sick. intrusive thoughts begin to creep slithering like a serpent Through my mind The ticking has stopped as Death's whispers tauten round' my neck. The last sound I heard was that broken clock Tick... Tock .. Tick...