It's dark
The quiet rains falls heavily along the rooftop
Pit
Pat
Pit
Pat
The ticking of the clock seems so close yet so far away
Tick
Tock 
Tick
Tock
A soft melodious blend a rain and the ticking of time are enough to drive a sane man mad
Bu-bump
Bu-bump
A steady rhythm of heart beats are almost in tune with quiet breathing
A soft gasp breaks the almost silence
Memories finally begin to pour in like waterfalls 
And for a brief moment the breath that was finally released ceases 
And before there's even a chance to blink...there's nothing
Just the quietly loud pouring blended with the ticking of the clock that won't break
Because it knows that sanity is becoming lost and forgotten
And madness will finally set it free