Incessant ticking of the clock

Incessant ticking of the clock,
Night creeps along slowly.
Enveloped in silence,
Not a soul stirs.
Madly, insane silence,
If only slumber
would make the night pass faster.
The clock and the heart
Ticking in separate rhythms.
Breathing lungs, expanding, inhaling
In time with the tick tock.
The ghastly scribbling of the pencil
Almost echoing against the silent walls.
Deafening silence, preferable
To the precise rhythm of the night.