Tick Tock

Noises… they merge and devour to the hallway nearby Bypassing the exit sign, it's still there… but it hides away, Seeping underneath the door panel of what appears To be no... safe way out. Slowly pulling the splinters out from the pores of my face, Ears become drenched with blood And cause the lack of ability to hear anything But the sounds of my inner heart beating And pounding in my head… Couldn't you tell... these noises... They shook and torn the surface walls so quickly, All wood was broken and pained me. I walk. I try. My legs... failed...me. With little hope for warmth, Suddenly my body drifted to the floor… Crying for closure... For that feeling that I could feel And as these seconds streamed on by, I slowly regained consciousness of sounds distanced away. I'm left with such comfort I have little strength to take in… The tick tocking of what controls reality… Because as of now, my entire body is being pulled From the inside paradise I set myself up to believe in Just so I can make it another day To the torturous outskirts of what people Force to place me in. But it's all numb… everything before me lacks interest to my survival… Even seconds are not saying goodbye… But this tick tock... it continues And even though time is perishing, slipping away, I know it's still there. The welcoming noise reminds me… It rhythms my breathing... Time is still there…. And that gives me hope To get through this all... These outskirts I will outrun Because I choose to be the one To say goodbye, Not be left behind... Not from irrational time that restricts me From my hopeful feelings I now have regained.