Tick
Tock*

As seconds go by, so does my patience.
That nonstop noise is such a nuisance,
It's ticking me off!
Something is brewing,
Much more than a storm
I feel the last of my sanity
Chipping away and plunging into Hell.

An icy hand wrenches my heart,
Which is held by worn strings.
A vengeful spirit takes my place
And forces me to be their host.

My phalanges are vibrating
To the pounding of my vocal chords
As they snap one by one.

Maybe a little of my strength....
No harm in a little scolding....
What could possibly go -

Look. You did it again.
Another step towards being inhuman.