Ticking Velvet

Warapped up in this cloak of time, here I wait for you. ticking velvet seams softly fall upon my head, and second hand stitches hold me tightly in. I have lost count of the hours spent here; waiting for you. blackness falls upon blackness in my eyes. my breath grows stifled. wait for me. I am waiting. Oh, but wait; wait for me; wait for me. I am, I am waiting; waiting for you, here in this cloak of time. wait for me. silence. wait for me! tick, tock, tick, tock ----- silence. Arrives. Empty blackness. An empty space. Silent grave. Screams that echo not. Sound absorbed by dark velvet. Pulls out a shining dagger. Silence falls. tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick------- silence.