Lying lifelessly on the same old sack
I can hear the constant tickles of the wall clock
Piercing the silence just like waves hitting the rocks
Reminding my brain chained in shackles and locks
That it can bear endless shocks
It has gone past the jibes and mocks.
Every passing moment seems identical
Biding idle time feels like a prey caught in tentacles
Even when body makes a move
Soul is stuck in an endless time loop.