Tick tock tick
Time runs out
Tick tock tick
I am here
Tick tock tick
I am gone
Why do we measure life
with the sound of
Tick tock tick?
Love. Friends. Life.
What is more important?

Tick. Tock. Tick. The bell chimes.
Where does the time go?
I am non-existent.
Tick tock tick.
I am here.
Tick tock tick.
I am gone again.

Silence.
Is it horrifying that time flies?
Tick
Is it a comfort to know
Tock
Our time flies, burning out like
Tick
A candle in the night?
Tock.
The clock winds down.

It's how slowly the darkness takes over that I think is why no one notices
It's little small things I stop doing over a period of weeks that it somehow becomes an integrated part of me. That's why they don't notice my blank state, my sad tired lifeless eyes, my unwillingness to participate in conversation. If it all happened at once that's a different story, that's when people notice. This is why when I break down, it goes unnoticed. Even by me.

She's the ink that forces my pen to bleed words

I saw a bird on an electric pole
She chirps and looks at me
Like she's saying comprendo?

Then I try to make friends with her
But she twists her head
Like she's saying Me, You, Friends?
No way!!!

                                                      She looks down at me
                                       Up at her friends
                      And without a goodbye
           She spread her tiny wings
And off she went