The clock on my head tick.
It ticks so fast that I forget the trick.
It ticks so fast but I want it to stop.
Ticking, ticking, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Standing still, watching the clock.
Closing eyes, feeling the shock.
It does not matter in what dimension it is, the eyes are firmly fixated on the ticking.
The body stays still, the mind travels until.
The feeling is hatred, abhorrence, but the act is silence and fixation. Fixated to the hatred and abhorrence.
The body begs for movement, the mind affirms it, yet it is fixated. Fixated to the clock.
...ticking, ticking, tick-tock, tock-tock. Body screams, mind stays still.
Silent scream... incessantly craves for acting it, the mind affirms, but withholds.
It explodes but silently, creeping to the skin. Blinding the body. But the mind is still clear on its fixation.
Fixated on the clock... tick-tock, tick-tock... It then disappears, but the body succumbs to it nevertheless.
Do it... the mind knows it. The body awaits for the command. The mind is still fixated.
Fixated... on the clock.
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