Tick tock tick, clock slowing as if sick, hands moving at a pace determined by times eternal tick.
Insufferable the silence of a day, dusk to dawn, without the subtle patter to remind us were all its pawn.
Tick tock tick time shudders to a halt, hands stricken with frostbite exuding winters chalk. It stands their still for it is the frozen clock.
Tick tock tick what we wish that we could hear, but what befalls our ears is silence not knowing for days or years.
Some try to see times answers but are blinded by angry tears. Tick tock tick
It is deep within the mind, some see it in motion while others never cease to cry, tears frozen over, blinding sense and time.
Some look up to see what has caused them this fate, to see a frozen clock that has ceased and stopped, frostbitten by their own mistakes.
