Oh, evil clock
you are my truest enemy;
your twisted hands
taunting me
consistently.
Why do you hate me?
If only I could forget you!
Let you go for just
one second...
Yet then, alas,
oh clever foe,
You have me again.
From your evil clutches
there is no escape.
For even in a moment's reprieve,
I reminiss, and
then, suddenly,
the moment measured,
I lose again.
You stand proud upon the wall,
Oh evil clock,
And I can only pray...
The day shall come
When I have won,
By counting, instead,
My beating heart,
Above the sound
Oh evil clock
of your two slaves...
Tic + Toc.