Tick Tock
His watch is ticking.
Tick Tock
He's asleep and Tick Tock he still wears it.
Tick Tock
I can't take it any more.
Tick Tock
I pull out my knife slowly, Tick Tock it announcing itself with Tick Tock a low shrill skree.
Tick Tock
I tiptoe over, Tick Tock repressing my Tick Tock lust to stomp over.
Tick Tock
I raise my Tick Tock hand above my head.
Tick Tock
His eyes ease Tick Tock open. He sees me.
Tick Tock
I plunge the knife Tick Tock into his chest while Tick Tock slamming my hand Tick Tock over his slimy, drooling mouth.
Tick Tock
His eyes bulge open.
Tick Tock
The life Tick Tock drains out of his eyes Tick Tock and face and Tick Tock out his belly onto Tick Tock the sheets below Tick Tock and blanket above.
Tick Tock
It's still ticking.
Tick Tock
I pull it off his wrist.
Tick Tock
I throw it out the window, Breaking the watch.
It's finally over.
His watch and life is over.
It's so silent.
Too silent
