My Clock

I walk On a thin metallic needle Behind a plastic seal Beginnings are usually deceptive Wider bases cleverly deceive Towards fine tapering ends, They lead? Mislead. Exploiting my needs Hopeful susceptibility The love for light A little respite Also cheats Consoling myself A dark patch maybe I cement my belief But a distant voice Faintly speaks The needle is painted black Can't you see That you can't? Even if I could I retaliate Your scratched glass This so-called protective shield Would have obscured my vision Curtailed my inherent abilities Perfectly planned Painted black A tapering end I obediently walk Locked The metal erodes Facilitating the final fall Tick tock Tick tock