Tick-tock.

The clock mocks from its unseen perch.

Tick-tock.

All that exists in the dark, lonely world I live in is the sound of the clock.

Tick-tock.

Time swims slowly by, mocking my chains while boasting its freedom.

Tick-tock.

My thoughts are birds with their wings clipped.

Tick-

The clock stops working.

I am left alone without any sound to comfort me.

I am left to this silence,

this terrible silence that wants nothing more than to kill me.

In the suffocating stillness,

I find no relief

From the repugnant rationality

Which has taken hold of my mind.

This disfigured depression overwhelms me,

tries to consume me,

tries to destroy me!

Fighting it is too much.

Just as I feel as though it might succeed, might take over, might-!

I wake up from my nightmare, screaming and crying.