A flow in time divided into nine as a moments scene feels like an eternity.
Falling slowly unconscious, my soul clutches it's heart as I do the same to mine.
Rapidly changing, the scene clicks forward, ticking and tocking faster and faster.
Filling the rooms inside my head with tears I've knitted blue, with dread.
Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with my head, as I lay in my bed and pretend to be dead.
Staring a tunnel into the ceiling, forgetting life's meaning, streaming old memories, ruminating on past tragedies.
I've never lost my conscious, cause I'd rather be nauseous than gone and haunted by thinking I'd be forgotten.
Such a world this is, a world I'd not miss, but I wish I wasn't so consistent on ending.
Ticking and tocking like the clock today, waiting to stop, just to pass away, but is that okay...I'm not sure I know what to say...