I’m tired,
My body withered,
My mind fried,
My throat is burning,
Like someone forced razor’s down my throat,
Restless nights preceded by busy days,
And the clock ticks away in the other room,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Steady haunting footsteps approach me,
Inescapable,
And sure footed,
I know it’s coming,
And I’m too tired to do anything about it,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
I swallow in fear and pain shoots down my neck,
Excitement and dread battling it out within me,
As the sky weeps for me outside these sturdy walls,
It knows what is to come,
Tick,
Tick,
Tick.