The Clock
The Clock
By; M. Morton
Silence grows around like a weed
A silent eye no longer sees
Turning inward he starts to shake
Wishing his soul was somewhere safe
A clock in the corner grows louder
With every ''tick''
And every ''tock''
Tick, Tock, Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock
Tick, Tock
When will they go away?
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Stop screaming
Tick, Tock
It was only a dream and nothing more
Tick, Tock, Tick
Why did it seem so real?
Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick
It was alive
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Where did it go?
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
You killed it
Tick, Tock, Tick Tock, Tick, Tock
NO, IT WAS A LIE
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Then why is there blood?
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Just a dream
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Or was it?
Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock
JUST GO AWAY!
TICKTOCKTICKTOCKTICKTOCKTICKTOCKTICKTOCKTICKTOCK
I'm not even here
TICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICK
Not real, not real, not real, NOT REAL
TICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTICK
All in your head
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick
A dream
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Just
Tick, Tock, Tick
A
Tock
Dream
Falling back into the room
Safe again
The secret kept
But the truth still looms
12/26/2018
Copyright © Matthew Morton | Year Posted 2018
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