Tick, tock
Goes the clock
Can't wake up from your nightmare
Tick, tock
Goes the clock
Your worst fear is alive there
Tick, tock
Goes the clock
Your time is running out
Tick, tock
Goes the clock
They can't hear you if you shout
Tick, tock
Goes the clock
Prepare up for the worst
Tick, tock
Goes the clock
Because I will find you first
Tick, tock
Goes the clock
No one to hold your hand
Tick, tock
Goes the clock
In the timed nightmare land.
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Love the surreal darkness of this write, the flowing rhythm and the perfect use of onomatopoeia! ππ
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