Tick Tock

I hate this word
Fucking complicated,
With what definition
Do you intend,
To rectify what should
Be simplified,
And learn to make amends,
To twist
To break,
Or to escape
A feeling you fear in the end,

It's tick tock on this
Winding clock that's
Coming to an end,

To super glue what's now
In two is the intent
You have in mind,
Insanity in side of me
Just makes me lose my mind,
So tired
So weak
So fucking complicated,
What more is there to say

It's tick tock on this
Winding clock that's
Coming here to stay,

Barricading myself from with in
To deal with these feeling inside,
Not realizing what is happening
As I escape inside my mind,
As time is just lapsing,
I feel my self passing,
As the thoughts can't stop going Threw my head,

It's tick tock on this
Winding clock that's
Coming to an end,

Sitting here in silence,
Not a whisper or a sound,
To justify or demoralize
Just makes my head go round,
Repeating but why competing,
Is it all just a game in the end,
Broken down to nothing is not what
I intend,
To rebuild my self from noting
Is not what I had in mind,
But I have to do something before
I lose my mind,

It's tick tock on this
Winding clock that's
Running out of time...
But now what I realize is
It was never on
Side...