With every passing hour as the sun comes closer to the earth
I am reminded of my imminent descent into madness
I try to distract myself with pretty little things
I fill my time with those I enjoy all the while hearing the
“tap tap tap” of the finger reminding me the clock is ticking
I smile, I laugh, pretending the panic rising within doesn’t exist.
Just maybe this time I can will it away, maybe this time I can run
But, you see, you cannot run from your own mind
So as the leaves begin to turn, the night seeps into the daytime
So do does my mind decay into a writhing pain
Emotion swallows my reality; I’m shrouded in the darkness
WHO AM I!?