Clock

What's that noise?
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
It's the clock.
Its ticks mark the seconds
as they pass me by,
lying here in my bed
which has become my grave.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
Look.
Another hour has passed
and I still have not moved;
time has moulded me
into a perfect shape of nothingness.
Maybe it would be better
if I lay here forever
with nothing but the tick tock of the clock
for company.