Night, night at half past 12. The clock is ticking and ticking and ticking faster and louder. The radio goes to a station that hardly anyone can recognize. Tick, Tick, no one knocks on the window to see anything black at night. No light is on nowhere where nothing gives off heat anywhere. Tick, tick, louder and louder, and worse, no one can diminish it, no one can see and understand it. Tick, tick no air, some music, a sheet of paper, a pen, a heart that breaks. It stings a room a room Music and the ticking gets worse. tied up gagged shocked and sealed lied cheated, scrambled together on a chair. AND IT'S TICKING.