The clock was ticking along my heart

Shredding my nights slowly apart

And the hand reaching for the hour

Holds cutlery to a bloody shower

What if the day never comes?

With gravity my self succumbs

As weary eyes set into the corner

Nothing to see the dawn after

Illicit dreams are my sole savior

But died in my arms of misbehavior

So I knit the holes on my sheet

Of better days and early sleet

The mask I wore is always cracked

Shedding colors to they eyes of tact

But with feet as cold as the snowy road

Solitude is my last humble abode