disheartenment

tik-tik-tik-tik clock smashing in my head
with it's massive metal fist always hitting trough my skull
you have no time little girl
he yells at me trough his razor teeth
one clear point fixed at horizon
everything around is blur
I wish I could stop just for second
to see where I am to see with who I am
but if I stop the clock will get me
smash my head all on the floor
bleed to death without a choice
tired and sick I run with eyes closed
terror of ticking pulsing trough vanes
afraid so afraid that if stop I will die






wait for me.. outside.. will you hold on? can you hold on? wait for me.. outside.. will you hold on? can you hold on? wait for me... outside.. will you hold on? can you hold on? wait for me. outside.. will you hold on?.. can you hold on? wait for me... outside. will you hold on? can you hold on? wait for me... outside.. will you hold on? can you hold on?.. wait for me.. outside will you hold on? can you hold on?