X CONscience.X times why.

Abiding my time with a broken watch.

A souvenir from the scene of the crime.

The evidence in plain view in real time.

Tick tock, the clock on the wall,hands moving in stolen time.

A moment of passion,nine.twenty seven forever fixated on my wrist and mind.

Months,years,a calendar with fading months,x's and o's devouring the days in blue print.Ticks and tacks.Riddened blanket and a calendar nailed into my wall,suspended in time.

My destination awaits.The verdict?

Only the truth will tell.