hickory dickory

Come down with me and I'll show you my route

Timeless, pretending, and growing stones out

of the wall in my mind by thinking out loud

You know what I'm talking about

Folding my arms back into myself

The blood feels like clockwork and the words are like spells.

By the time that you notice the fire itself

I've already asked God for help

A man and a mouse, becoming myself

I could go back to sleep and figure it out. 

A hickory clock and my grandfathers watch

are buried between the cabin and dock. 

I find myself by just jumping off.

Reviews

[DarkArtz 0703]

sad... very nice work