Vallitto

A tap tap from the pencil  in your hand.

A tick tock from the clock above.

A racking against glass and branch.

This chaos of clashing sounds is so not helping me gain my grounds.

Chaos in mind.

Chaos in sound.

I cant understand why my mind is so bound.

Its you I found.

Its you I lost.

Its us that stand on broken ground.

You haunt my dreams.

You unravel the fabrics of my being.

You cut my heart and break my soul.

But as darkness is all I can see on through…

You break through holding out the light helping me heal.

Then again there is a tap tap from the pencil in your hand.

A tick tock from the clock above.

The racking of chaos in my mind and the clatter of sound all around.

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[CHRIS ANDES]

very figurative
=]

[Mark]

I can feel the soul of Edgar Allen Poe in this one. Just one comment about spelling 'pensile' refers to a cabinet, I think the word you wanted is pencil. :)