Sleepless nights have come again,
Cling to a mouse like a deadmans switch .
Click once more to fade away.
Like cocain sweats I feel the call,  and submit myself to known allies.
Click once more I fade away,
Holding back, thus not to fall.
My cure is poison.

But I drink it.
And with each sip I null the voice,
Until the screams are just as silent as I.
Tolerance builds overtime.
No longer does one click suffice,
To fill the void of stainless ice.
I often stare at the hand that clicks,
Not the hand, but the arm that holds it. A limb abused for the sake of memory, with good intent but malice result. Yet it clicks on, knowing that no matter how many times it clicks, its bark remains embroidered with the past.
Some turn to drugs, alcohol, stix. On I go with constant clicks to fill time between clock ticks. A sound to stop the birth thought. My thoughts scare me. You resent me for closing off, but that "choice" is not a choice. Its life support.