
Tick, tick and ticking away...
I can hear it everywhere
In my bedroom and even in the dark alleys
And it won't stop now.
It ain't slow and steady
Its like a bomb ticking fast and frantically...
It has a life and a voice of its own,
Which cries aloud in despair.
It sobs sitting in a corner inside me,
Wondering why they don't care.
I can see it coming
With a speed of lightning.
The day will come soon enough,
When I will have to see it crumbling.
That day, the doomsday of my soul,
To bits and pieces it will explode.
The day when I pay the final price.
It'll leave nothing but ashes.
And then you may talk to me
Staring deep into my hollow eyes...
You write very well. Why did you stop?
ReplyDeleteP.S.: You look really familiar from that picture! :O No kidding!