Tick tock clock in my head

I hear the tick tock of the clock tick in my head

And think I am dead,

Darkness of pre-dawn consuming me

And the room like a grave

There’s even the musty scent of turned earth

And the idea that light might never come
and we might spend an eternity hearing

The tick tocks and seeing the dark,

We who live and breathe between each tick’s stroke

Waiting for that one tick followed by silence

But the ticks never cease only our thoughts

Making us wonder if this is really what life

Is all about, the tick without the tock,

Telling us finally, the clock has stopped.