Aware
The silk sounds of the ticking clock, ever so faded
Will gently knock their pattern in my skull
Sunken eyes assume it as a call for help
--Desipher the morse code
nothing
Scoff at my paranoia,
Gawk at my pained grin
I'm aware of what I am
Every thousand or so blinks, an eyelash will outrun me
But my sleep-craven skin will shed to gain slumber
Count the intervals between each shut,
--Does it make a melody?
no
Scoff at my paranoia,
...
Will gently knock their pattern in my skull
Sunken eyes assume it as a call for help
--Desipher the morse code
nothing
Scoff at my paranoia,
Gawk at my pained grin
I'm aware of what I am
Every thousand or so blinks, an eyelash will outrun me
But my sleep-craven skin will shed to gain slumber
Count the intervals between each shut,
--Does it make a melody?
no
Scoff at my paranoia,
...