Talking Clock
the talkng clock
its late ,im alone unable to sleep
when i hear it , its the clock
its talking ,talking to me
when it talks im afraid
what does it want.
as i lay alone
just me and the loud talking clock
when it talks it echos ,echos inside my head
with every tick with evry tock
it gets louder why wont it stop
stop talking talking to me
the silent darkness scares me
its getting colder
am i awake , am i alive
can anyone but me hear the
loud talking clock.
is this fantasy is it reality
am i dreaming or is this just my delusion calling
im confused i cant tell what is real anymore
maybe i dont want to know mabey its better if i dont know
im afraid to know ,afraid not to know
the illusion of the talking clock haunts me
my reality ,my dreams
the talking clock the one that talks to me
it will always be with me it will never leave me alone
this talking clock haunts my dreams ,my reality
always and forever
Copyright © Jamee Paxton | Year Posted 2017
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