The clock is still ticking, my feet are still tapping, and my hands are still beating to the drum that is my snapping…
My eyes are still searching, my mind is still thinking so I must be alive.
The door stands stagnant, the windows stapled shut, and the voices in my head still won’t shut the hell up. And the clock is still ticking. TICKING and making the most bothersome sounds with its repetitive clicking and the gaddamn voices in my head just won’t leave me alone. My emotions are splattered and plastered throughout my skull and my focus is withering…
But those gleaming eyes continue to stare at me and pester me until their self-defeating glare has essentially defeated me.
And this clock…
This clock is still ticking and the voices in my head are persistent on convincing me that time is my friend.[media-credit id=7 align=”alignnone” width=”297″][/media-credit]