The tick-tocking explodes in my ears.
Day mares happen that recognize fears.
I see nothing, but blackness ahead.
Am I sleeping or could I be dead?
Conscience cell-blocks, keep me in a daze.
Time-woven collars, steady my gaze.
Cold sweat runs down my neck,
My mind is a disproportional wreck.
Each second a day in itself.
My sanity a marble, rolling to the edge of the shelf.
Waiting to be lost,
In this world,
Hoping I will be lifted out of this phase.
By some kind of angelic force.
I’m doing nothing, just sitting, waiting,
Listening to the cadence, silently fading.