The clock keeps tick –
tick-
ticking…

Death’s breathing down my neck.
The wait is torturing me;
anticipation’s killing me,
murdering me from the inside out.

The clock keeps tick –
tick-
ticking…

Time’s spinning,
the vortex’s forming-
“Just fall into me,
endlessly,”
says the black hole as he speaks to me.
Ha ‘speaks’,
more like screams incessantly;
tormenting-
tempting me.

The clock keeps tick –
tick-
ticking…

The ticking continues,
almost endlessly.
Until I begin to see,
this is not where I need to be:
waiting for fate
instead of seeking destiny.

The tempting relives;
the black hole recedes.
Now I can just continue being me,
living free,
seeking destiny,
looking for peace.