Real World

All I can hear is the ticking of the clock
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.
If it were a Tell Tale Heart and I was Poe
I’d rip the floorboards up for it to stop.
He’s staring at me still, he hasn’t moved for a while
Shouting at him to wake up, to face the world.
A scary world with too much to see
BANG here and CRACK there
It’s not the floorboards
Fires burn outside and children talk like adults
Lavish parties with costumed people
Animals that are given the voices of humans.
People should be running, I’m backed in a corner
Facing a mirror that’s bound to shatter
I’m safer in here, at night time, I’m safe
But the ticking of that clock is bringing about day
What will happen to me if I walk
in the sunlight, on the street, in the dark?
I’m much better here, with Poe and his heart.
Arghh get over this madness, you weak feeble man
Be part of the real world, you know that you can
Wishing for strength to fight off this curse
Walk out of this house right now!

Published by mariegwrites

23 years old Londoner Nurse Lover Hugger Explorer

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