“I can feel my nerves clicking like…roller coaster cogs, pulling up to the inevitable long plunge.” ~Will Graham
Something is wrong inside of you.
You’ve never noticed it before.
But your minute engines seem to be s-t-u-t-t-e-r-i-n-g along
The gears /stop/ grinding altogether
The parts fall off like a rotten tooth.
And your mind suddenly snaps;
Into a m i l l i o n f e t t e r e d p i e c e s
Snap, crackle, pop.
Shatters silently, leaves no traces
The room around you, you find
Seems to get closer, closer
Pressing against your thoughts
Against your claustrophobic mind
And you can hear the walls
Beckoning you with ~calls~
P o u n d i n g h a r d e r
Gales growing stronger
Fire tornadoes, heart burner
Manipulation and deceit
The universe ever so conceit
The working, ticking clock in the room
Further mocks your whim
Tick. Tick. Tock.
Mad laughter is besmirched in the very air
The metallic smell. The barging pounds.
Getting harder. Faster. Closer.
Until it rips into the walls of your brain.
The awful headache is highly unbearable
Aspirins refuse to dissolve the pain.
Is there anything to do but give in?
The provenance never mattered anymore
The cause is lost and gone too far
All that remains are clockwork metal
Tapping slowly on the concrete ground
Screws, bolts, nuts, cogs rolling away
And the numbers and hands seem to slowly decay
And all smudge together and float around
Before rusting and fading away behind
Along with your wispy broken mind.