Tick Tock

How I wish I could sleep for eternity…
I would never know of the satisfaction, asleep in death.
So I must press on for me.
Tick
Tock
Every breath….
I crave, I long.
A sip, perhaps more…
Crop circles upon the floor.
You echo in my head,
Play on in my mind.
All I can see is that one closed door.
Yet you are all I wish to find….

© bipolarmuse 2011