tick tick tick tock
blood drips down from the hands of the grandfather clock
slowly surely
time stops for no one

swift motions
tide notions
bottle slips, add more to the potion
overdoses
sinking
the bottom is where we collide with ourselves
a realization
the prison in which we have been stationed
no metal bars
no space confinement

blood soaked sponge
only frozen mouths
staggering steps, a drunken lunge
incarcerated swollen minds

these green eyes hide weapons of mass destruction
those green eyes could ****
targeting ones own skin and bones
at the girls will

The lullaby
That's she played
On heart strings and razor blades
The sound was heard, sweet serenade
The girl was her own hand grenade