Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock
The sound of the clock is deafening in the silence of the world
The static on the TV is blinding in the darkness of the room
Staring at the chair in front of me as i sit on the floor
My shadow casts a tall silhouette along the wall
tick--....
Now the ticking stopped
I glance at the clock and it shows a blank face
I look back at the chair there's something hanging over it
I pull my knees to my chest
Knocking into the bottles lain around me on the floor
I grab one, not near empty, and drink
My vision, what was already distorted, now worsens
My face begins to feel wet with tears
The cold air from the open window feels soothing on my cheeks
I grab for my phone
20 missed calls 15 unopened messages
I close it again and toss it aside
I drink again, this time as if its going to be the last thing i drink
I look up at the ceiling in thought
Thoughts become louder than words and now words are nothing
I stand up, bottle in hand, almost at its end
Wobbly at first then balanced i glance down at the amount of bottles around me
4 no 5 even 6 bottles maybe
I glance up at the empty chair
Staring…
it’s almost as if its beckoning for me to come closer
Looking up slightly
the thing hanging over the chair more unidentifiable
I take a step closer…
another until I'm standing directly in front of the chair
I step onto the chair
Still silence in the room, I can see the wreckage of my despair
My head hits what’s hanging above me
I look up and the once blurry image is now clear
I put it on and begin to walk towards the edge
I step off and --
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock
