Stolen Poem by Vision Ghost

Tic Toc
Drip Drop
Tic Toc
Drip Drop

All there is, is always these sounds
Tapping away the seconds as the brain pounds

Right now all I have is my memories
But they feel like unwelcomed accessories

Tic Toc
Drip Drop
Tic Toc
Drip Drop

They keep me alive but barely existing
On the time line between sleep and awakening

I cannot perceive for my eyes do not see beyond black
Remaining senses tortured in an endless attack

Tic Toc
Drip Drop
Tic Toc
Drip Drop

Sometimes the differential between fantasy and reality
Is a blurred confusion marred only by its simplicity

Words can be pain, like knuckles on cold stone rapped
A new word in physical exercise, is a new term, kidnapped

Tic Toc
Drip Drop
Tic Toc
Drip