The War Drum of my Soul
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Time’s chewing me alive—grinding my bones like clock gears gone feral. It doesn’t nibble. It gnashes. Every second’s got teeth. Every minute’s a bare-knuckle brawl in a back alley of eternity. And I’m in the ring—no bell, no gloves—catching uppercuts from something cosmic and cruel.
Tick-tock.
The air here doesn’t breathe. It chokes. Thick with stale regret and the mildew of forgotten dreams. I count the cracks in the ceiling just to stop from counting all the lies I’ve been spoon-fed like Sunday soup. People move their mouths, but their words fall like counterfeit coins on a concrete floor—no chime, no weight, no value.
I don’t belong here.
I’m a sheep in a cage full of wolves who wear lion masks and roar like they earned it. They strut with hollow confidence, all teeth and zero spine. And me? I’m drowning in small talk and shallow smiles—like sugar water in my lungs. Dying slow in a crowd that applauds decay.
I’ve played polite too long. My smile’s a blade now, and my soul? It’s rubbed raw by every handshake hiding a hammer.
Too many thunderclaps.
Too many fake prophets.
Too many good hearts held hostage by the rage of a single psycho clown in a pulpit of power.
Tick-tock.
I need out.
I need home.
Home where the fire burns real—not the flicker of pretense, but the roar of purpose.
Home where souls don’t wear masks.
Home where truth sings louder than fear, and every heartbeat is a war cry.
I’m hunting for my people—
the blood-bonded,
the scarred and stubborn,
the ones who chew Scripture like meat
and spit lies back like poison.
Like-mind.
Like-faith.
True family.
Tick.
Tock.
Time’s crunching down—
grinding seconds like teeth on destiny’s edge.
And I can’t wait—
No.
I won’t wait—
to break free.
Tick-tock... tick-tock...
Hear it? That’s not a clock.
That’s the war drum of my soul,
calling me home.
Every tick—closer.
Every tock—louder.
Till I’m standing with mine.
The ones who believe like fire.
The ones who breathe like warriors.
The ones who call me family,
not because of blood,
but because of faith
and the unshakable truth
that we are—
one.