Thirteenth Hour

All clocks stop dead as the time demon prepares to strike me again A pause in time just to grind me down As the clocks strike on its thirteenth hour The time when darkness starts to makes its sound Where bad luck and bad times are looming Past evidence of the mysterious time pause and three pats on the head From an unknown entity grooming The shadows, the misty figures I see Scratching on the wall and banging I hear Sulphur smells and stale odours into my nostrils they appear Am I being taunted or guided? So disturbing that I just can’t ignore I know what’s coming I’ve been here before Are these gaps in time coincidence or spiritually corrupt A natural occurrence maybe but I sense the worst I’m just waiting for it all to burst Why am I being force fed this thirteenth hours guilt forced misery And weakness and pain Who must be given the justice? Before this time darkness possess my brain