Dissonant Harmonies

Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
The clock rages on...
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

Time stops for no man...

The metaphor insinuates itself
Into the mind of the tired one;
You cannot tell the damage it inflicts,
Until you felt the cold touch of this hell.

Weep if you must, but tell not a soul:
What once was, cannot be no more,
Touched by decay, even the voices of gods
Turn to psychotic screams of impotence.

Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
If you could turn back time;
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
You would fail the same...