Poem: I Feel An Anxious Itching

[zetasyanthis]

I feel an anxious itching.
It takes up all my mind.
And if I really let it,
around my throat would wind.

I cannot tell this timer,
this night-impending doom
to please please please stop ticking
its way into my room.

This timer, ticking badly,
this timer, ticking down,
it drives me mad with itching.
It drives me to the ground.

It scares the fuck out of me
It scares me half to death
and my my my my my brain
would swing on its last breath.

I wish I knew these doomticks
would stop their sounding call.
I cannot take these doomticks!
They shake the very walls!