Tick tick tick
There must be a trick
To halting this horrid heart
Sweat beading
Wires taunting
Hands quaking forevermore
Cold metal
Unsettled
Beating iron I abhor
Floors on floors all up above
People safe and sleeping
This can’t be what they call love
My mind in sludge drowning
Each touch, a knife
Each word, a gale
Each tick, a life
Lost if I fail
Tick tick tick
Quiet hanging thick
Maybe I’m alone at last
No one left to save
They all have fled
I’m left here, a slave
And the tick tick ticking
Goes on and on
Empty space echoing
Will it end in truth or peace?
Ticking that may never cease
It means naught to me
I am deafly free