after the click, the clock doth tick

you scrape your skin across my brow,

sharp nail within your essense scowl;

inside fear hath torn free 'wakened,

burning and breaking forsakened;

self contained preservation birth,

ugly rotten and burning mirth;

within my core a frightened child,

controls contorts erase me now;

takes the reigns bewildered and wild,

alone of sight bring his raised brow;

in all the scheme what i not see,

wins his wish to but solace me.