Waiting Waiting…Still Waiting

Waiting Waiting…Still Waiting

Tick tock goes the clock of doom.
Tick tock goes the bane of my existence.
Tick tock goes the crawling torturing time.
Then tick goes my mind and I slowly become insane.
My mind drifts further and further; I watch as the hands of time stop…
then reverse.
As my mind starts to drift I start to see myself turn to dust,
one grain at a time, one second at a time.
I have become what I hate.
I am the clock of doom
I am the bane of my existence.
I am the crawling torturing time.
Waiting to end.