Tick tick tick
I live in a world a grey
Tick tick tick
I can't breathe I can't breathe
Tick tick tick
Alone. So alone.
Tick tick tick
All my fault all my fault
Tick tick tick
She's could have been dead
Tick tick tick
I could have killed her
Tick tick tick
She's gone because of me
Tick tick tick
Broken shattered bleeding
Tick tick tick
When did I become a murderer
Tick tick tick
The story is nearing its end
Tick tick tick
The story of my twisted mind
Tick tick tick
Tick tick tick tick tick
TICK TICK TICK
TICKTICKTICKTICK TICKTICKTICKTICK
...tick
......tick
.........tick
........
And all that was left was ashes
Because she was the ticking...
...and the ticking...
...was not a clock.

The world constantly stirs.
Organs pump
blood and oxygen
to and from homes
streets and buildings.
Cars run by on busy roads
Construction crews destroy foundation
The people in this coffee shop
Make noise,
Drink espresso,
And taptaptaptap
On keyboards
And ticktickticktick
On smarter synapses
Than those of brains.
Twitter,
Facebook,
Pinterest,
Instagram
Wake up our phones
Propelling the world forward.
Absorbed in the pixels
Of tiny screens
We live to visit
Our loved ones
Through electronic particles
Floating on air.
The outside air is damp
Clouds dark.
The wind shakes the trees
to their bones.
The foundation of life as is now
Is about to be destroyed,
But no one notices.
Social pandemonium
Silences their voices.

crossroads
are always dualedged and dangerous
little steps in rightwrong direction
and ticktickticktickboom
goes the decision that changes history
indefinitely.

belief that i am possessed of better than bitter
give cause to faith and faith to cause and endlesslooping
so that i lose no steam without fuel for my fire.

smart men choose
good men are chosen
those that are both
ticktickticktick
boom
decideandact in oneoneoneoneone
instant.

and the devil despises me,
though i and god have long been silent,,
for deciding on the chase.

and still, we try to steel ourselves against the savage of the
long-clawed clock, time steals us anyway, takes a piece of us every single day and sometimes in the nights it bites, hungry are the hours that devour us.