The clock is my nemesis
Time &amp; space revolve all about me
Prevelance of the father of all lies
A maddening crush for the inevitable 
The rhythmic pulse of the minute hand
Counts down the moment to redemption
Toss &amp; turning in insomnia&#39;s clutches
Shaking like a leaf; both hands reverberate in a chaotic frenzy
Sobriety echoes in the springtime breeze
Rounding 96 hours, wearily I collapse
Whiskey sweat beads upon my forehead
Detoxification by abstinence of this god
A simple flavored death eviscerates me
A pure obsession spurned me on by my greedy intervals...