The Clock

The Clock By; M. Morton Silence grows around like a weed A silent eye no longer sees Turning inward he starts to shake Wishing his soul was somewhere safe A clock in the corner grows louder With every ''tick'' And every ''tock'' Tick, Tock, Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock Tick, Tock When will they go away? Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock Stop screaming Tick, Tock It was only a dream and nothing more Tick, Tock, Tick Why did it seem so real? Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick It was alive Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock Where did it go? Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock You killed it Tick, Tock, Tick Tock, Tick, Tock NO, IT WAS A LIE Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock Then why is there blood? Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock Just a dream Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock Or was it? Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock JUST GO AWAY! TICKTOCKTICKTOCKTICKTOCKTICKTOCKTICKTOCKTICKTOCK I'm not even here TICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICK Not real, not real, not real, NOT REAL TICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICK All in your head Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick A dream Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock Just Tick, Tock, Tick A Tock Dream Falling back into the room Safe again The secret kept But the truth still looms 12/26/2018