• My tears drip like the ticking clock
    Each tick that sounds, the closer I am to drowning
    In my own loneliness
    I ask why is this?
    And ive yet to feel relieved
    Ive yet to get cpr
    to be brought back to life and take my second lifes breath
    Like the one ive first taken when i was born
    Is this what life has planned for me?
    To leave me in the middle of quick sand
    To have no one to pull me out as my head sinks
    Deeper into the center of the earth with no oxygen
    Im lost and yet still to be found
    Will i ever learn loves beating sound?