Frantically pacing as the last grains fell through the hour glass
A motion of hands to the frontal view to see if perception is in tact
It occurred with blur numbing senses, stopping the mind, and bleeding out my fucking eyes
All of a sudden I feel as if the room is subsequently smaller
And as the figures grow, there is a loss of control
Disposal of a former self
Stowed away in the time that has been lost
All the fragments of good left behind in thousands and thousands of counter clock rotations
Harping on the jewel of birth and blowing it to smoke
In this state the division of thoughts smashes the clock
Yet the off timed beating of my heart keeps ticking in my ears
What are these numbers?
And what are they doing in my head?
One side acknowledges facts, the other disregards and reacts
What's this unbearable force that's constantly opposing?
It's ticking forward with the same taunting stare
I'll wake up one day to the alarming persistent beep of my heart
Make note of all the negative spaces between me myself and I
Hear the off timed beating of my heart ticking in my ears
Rip it out of my chest as the solution to this fucked up equation