Tock Tock Tock Tock,
The clock Ticks on
As I sit and lie in my wake
Of silence that has grown attached to my ears
I start to leave and everything brings me back
Yet peace pulls me away,
I want myself,
I am burdened to listen to the drawl of time
I am upside-down and inside-out on my futon
Figuring out how to fish in an empty pond for
Anything
But nothing happens, nothing said
Nothing lost
Nothing found
Just
an empty pond
to Slaughter Time with