Analysis of Tick-Tak

Tick-Tak
Tick-Tak

The clock is cruel to an insomniac
Ticking and Taking the hours away
As if hours were merely seconds to waste
And as I do, I lie wide awake
Listening to that incessant tick-tick-ticking!
It's driving me mad!
But Instead of dismounting the clock from the wall,
I simply keep listening.

Tick-Tak
Tick-Tak

I once had a dream in which the hour reached thirteen,
Though I can't recall if it were a reality or an illusion
Brought to my attention by a torturing lack of rest.
At this point, my sleep cycle is so wrecked and battered
That I've begun to see rainbows in ceiling tiles
And demons on each blade of the fan.

Tick-Tak
Tick-Tak

TICK-TAK
IT'S DRIVING ME MAD!
I can't stand this ticking
But the silence is deafening
Or crowded by whispers from every direction.
Haunted and happy for frightening me into sleeplessness.

Tick-Tak
It's 6 in the morning

Tick-Tak
Shower and ready for the day

Tick-Tak
Until my mind finally caves.

For the clock is cruel to an insomniac.