thoughts

Tick Tick Tick Tick toc
goes the clock
pounding in my head
as I lie restless in bed

thinking thinking thinking

thoughts which have no end
lost in a world of pretend
the cat scratching at the door
anchoring me to the floor

looking for some blood to drain
but it was washed away last night in the rain
so pale I'm invisible where I stand
on this cracked land

surrounded by burnt flakes of skin
floating around me in a whirlwind of sin
is there any hope for heaven
when God's just stoked the oven?

Tick Tick Tick Tick toc
goes the clock
pounding in my head
as I lie restless in my bed

thinking thinking thinking

-Solace