Where Time Finally Rests Poem by Roasted Mallows

Twist, turn
The hands return
What's past is past
Yet echoes last

Soft, slow
As the hours flow
Through silver haze
And drifting days

Spin, swirl
The clock wings curl
The end ain't nigh
These numbers lie

Thunk, smack
Why is it black
Inside my head
It's like I'm dead

Grip, grind
I lose my mind
The ticking bends
The second ends

Stop, please
I beg you this
No more static
Freeze the panic

There, now
Unfurrow the brow
Count all the sheep
That guard your sleep

Hush, breathe
The gears beneath
Unwind their ache
As patterns break

Calm, still
A softened will
No time to keep
Just quiet sleep