Tick Tock it Doesn't stop

words words words they push me they probe me they explain  my  little head

I'm tired of being stuck winters run amok on my souls pale light

I'm cooped up and creeped in Thru red glass eye marbles

I'll cut the rope sever the senses and turn black on

Oscillating emotions abateing can't you hear the clock clanging?

No reason to tense up and snap like a twig absolutely no reason at all

Isn't that the problem?  No reason to go crazy and dance like Fred Astaire



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another quick write.

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