Tick, Tock

Tick, Tock
My clocks keep ticking
The hands go
Round, round, round
In a lonely circle

Drip, drop
My blood keeps dripping
From my wrist
To the floor
In a bloody puddle

Trip, trop
My feet keep tripping
Shamefully
Landing me
In a burning hell

Trick, trock
My mind keeps tricking
It show me
I can't see
In a happy cell

Flip, flop
My soul keeps flipping
Constantly
Changing me
In a deathly cycle