Every tick and every tock... and for every minute on the clock... i sit and i wait.....just waiting for it to stop...millions of ticks... millions of tocks... just staring and staring so hateful.... at that god awful clock ..every second goes by... another question asked why ...so many questions going unanswered as time goes by.....questions to a god who promises us glory...at the end of an open book... but whos writing my story...the pain the hurt the tears the blood ....the deception the greed the lies the love ...the ticks the tocks... the minutes on the clock.... every second of everyday just wishing they would stop...tocks turn to ticks and ticks turn to tocks... minutes into hours... and months into years.. then tocks turn to pain and ticks into fears..we start so innocent..and unfamiliar to time... but in time innocence is lost... without reason or rhyme...with no questions asked in this innocent state...no say in this life.. in which we were made...just brought into a world thats corrupted and sick...living a life that brings death closer.. with ever tock and every tick.... tock love is lost... tick no friends... and i'll cherish every second... cause i'm seconds closer to the end...end to a life i didnt ask to begin ...tick theres love... tock heres hate..seconds minutes hours bringing me closer to my fate .. Anthony delsa 12/20/09