One Hour To Die

One hour to live, one hour to die One hour glass there, counting my time Breathing becomes harder as I’m stuck in this box Four walls around me; there’s no hole in this wall Air becomes less, just because of this dress What am I wearing? Why am I dressed as a doll? Looked in the mirror; I look like a toy Face filled with make up; heart filled with fright There he comes, the evil, brutal beast Coming to make me suffer; coming to take my life He stabbed a spindle in my stomach He stabbed a spindle in my heart He stabbed and stabbed like if he’s hungry Quenching his thirst with murder and blood One hour to live, that hour is gone An hour glass was counting; it just ran out of sand There’s no point in trying, there’s no way to survive There’s no reason to be joyful; there’s no reason to rejoice There’s only pain within my heart But relief shall come at the touch of death By Julie Alcin