Pumped.

Oh, and the sound   
the Heart makes, tick,   
when each atrium   
departs, tock. When   
   
the ventricles   
decide it's time   
To move on.     
Tick --   
   
Makes me sick.  
   
The trick is knowing    
when it's gone - 
when it's finished - 
and waiting for your brain
to make the same familiar
hiss. 

Oh, that sound
I'll never miss.

Tick.