TICK TOCK

When your bleeding

I’ll forget how to dress a wound

When you speak

All I hear is monotones

Burn the film of wrong decisions

 Just Tear up the pages of said confessions

Pull out the pieces of photographic smiles

And slash the eyes with sharp deceit

Smash the mirrors of the good old days

and grasp the shards with your ideal "justice"
Slice the arteries of your very own heart

  Rain down your blood upon the hour hand

I refuse to be your minute man

 

         Tickity
              Tock 
    Tick
          Tock
    Tick 
          Tick
  Tock

 

STOP

 

 There’s no longer time for 

empathy