There's this drip-drip-drip-drip sound
Or maybe it's a tick-tick-tick-tick sound
It bothers me
All the time
It frustrates my thoughts
It smashes the clarity of my purpose
It decimates the sanctity of my
quiet
cold
prison
This sound comes from no earthly object
It knows no boundaries of time or space
It's maddening
When I'm still
It banishes the freedom of rest
It shackles my mind in dream states
It pulls down my thoughts with
each
little
sound
I tried to learn to ignore the constant noise
I even started to succeed at drowning it out
It waits for me
While I drown it
It lives on past the music
It thrives in the corners of my psyche
It finds a way to torture my
tired
ragged
soul
This hellish drip or tick will not stop
It even finds me when I sleep and dream
It takes everything
And it gives me nothing
It does not impart a wisdom
It does not improve my pathetic rhythm
It devours every little bit of
blessed
solemn
peace
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
There's this drip-drip-drip-drip sound
Or maybe it's a tick-tick-tick-tick sound
It bothers me
All the time
It frustrates my thoughts
It smashes the clarity of my purpose
It decimates the sanctity of my
quiet
cold
prison
This sound comes from no earthly object
It knows no boundaries of time or space
It's maddening
When I'm still
It banishes the freedom of rest
It shackles my mind in dream states
It pulls down my thoughts with
each
little
sound
I tried to learn to ignore the constant noise
I even started to succeed at drowning it out
It waits for me
While I drown it
It lives on past the music
It thrives in the corners of my psyche
It finds a way to torture my
tired
ragged
soul
This hellish drip or tick will not stop
It even finds me when I sleep and dream
It takes everything
And it gives me nothing
It does not impart a wisdom
It does not improve my pathetic rhythm
It devours every little bit of
blessed
solemn
peace
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