Tick

by No one   Dec 30, 2025


The endless ticking of my watch,
Every tick is like an hour passing,
Every tick is a billion thoughts
Fleeting through. Flailing and dancing as they stab me right in the soul.
Tormenting me, and laughing to my face
Tick
Tick
Tick
And where exactly are you? I wonder?
Because you're not just tidying up
So where exactly have you gone?
What exactly are you doing?
Tick
Tick
Tick
I hate my mind
And my heartbeat
And the sound of this watch that goes
Tick
Tick
Tick

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