Sanity

I hear the sound of a minute hand clock But see it I do not This sound it tears it rips my soul For every tic I pay the toll Of loss of lucidness in my soul I hear the sound of this satanic din I have to find I need to find I crave to find But cannot find As I search I hunt I probe And I scour My lack of sanity grows by the hour Minutes days months how long has it been Long ago madness set in Screams for help fall on deaf ears From days well spent laughing in tears No one to help no one at all So a ten more year search in my room of padded wall