2 am.

The clock is ticking, tocking, ticking.
All my being yearns for sleeping.
Silently I twist and shout,
Strain myself I must stay still.

Yet in my head, the bells are ringing.
Twisted requiem they’re singing.
Shut my eyes and drown them out,
Still on, they chant with fiendish glee.

Through the mist, I see I’m sinking.
“It’s the end.” I find me thinking.
“Accept the things you can’t resist.”
“Enjoy the fall before you crash.”