As the clock
Keeps going off in the background
White noise
Saying Sayin'
A million times
Come on out
Don't ya wanna live
Without this pain
Mere torture to
Her little brain
Screaming Cryin'
All night long
Just wishing to
Cut off the sound
Her soul fades away
More everyday
You can see the clock spinning wild
Like a tornado on a dry plain
Now all she wanted
Was a day with some kind of rain
But all the clock
Rang was
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Your time has been docked
*a twist to my first poem in this book, Tick Tock*
