Tick, Tick, Tick

Tick, Tick, Tick: [...]

My will has made

            God a rubber-stamp

My darkness has swallowed

            Black holes’ light

My death was mourned

            In red-dressed bugs

My laughter was choked

            Some centuries ago

My rhyme is completed

            After the Triangle lost in HMS […]

My dirt is cleaned

            When ink faded from my hands

My hunger was struck

            By a handsome pitcher

My love was ended

            On the vivisection table

My eye was blinded

            By the monocle of self pity

My clock has stopped

            Tick, tick, tick!

2012-06-24