'Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap'

How annoying, annoying, annoying . . .
Tap, tap, tap.
Tick, tick, tick.
Rain falling, clocks ticking.
Taking. Swallowing me whole.
The rain will cleanse me; the time will take me away.
My skin is burning, scarring, flying away upon wings of destruction.
Flames lick at my face as I watch, ever silent, hearing yells as they
scream.
The ones that love me, losing me, morning me; I wish for their pain.
I wish for their peace . . .
Who is this?
Is this me?
Is this a dream that I watch and feel pain?
Taking my life but purifying also?
What's happened here?
Who have I become?
Who will I be . . .
When I am
No one?