As the secondhand
Falls
From 12 to 6
So to do I
My mind fogs
My heart sinks
While my body
Slowly
Crawls away to the nearest dark corner
In the emptiness
I hide
Facing nothing but my own fears
The tortures of my mind
After I am done
Exhausted fatigued
My eyes twitch
And my limbs jerk
With rapid convulsions
I show Myself
My True self
Stripped bare of all pretence
The energy required to be Who you want
GONE
I am what I appear to be Myself
Broken
Then
Then I sleep
As the clock hands fight gravity
Scaling the rock face from 6 to 12
I recharge
Clawing at every ounce of energy I can
With every breathe
Until tomorrow...
