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Feb 2015
Tick. Tock.
The clock is breathing (but not for you...)
Tick. Talk.
Those markings we can't live without (not me...not you)
Tick. Tock.
It marks your spot in time (ha! your going to die! Stupid...)
Tick. Talk.
The clock mercilessly keeps going (it's not me who's going to burn. It's you! It's you!)
Tick. Tock.
It's face expressionless (it doesn't care...no one does)
Tick. Talk.
Climbing and falling around and back down (you can't stop it...not now, not ever!)
Tick. Tock.
And getting back up each morn and nightbreak (but, not this time...not for you)
Tick. Talk.
Time to get going (you won't come back)
Tick. Tock.
You will miss our date (your about to crack)
Tick. Talk.
You should really hurry (your no longer on your way)
Tick. Tock.
Your running out of time (your really running away)
Tick. Talk.
It's getting away (no...not really)
Tick. Tock.
She won't wait (your word must be kept)
Tick. Talk.
She's coming for you (to collect her payment)
Tick. Tock.
Run. Run RUN (theres no point)
Tick. Talk.
You can't escape (I already tried)
Tick. Tock.
She's right behind you (what a surprise)
Tick. Talk.
Your not going to make it (your about to die)
Tick. Tock.
Your frantic to escape (ha...don't bother)
Tick. Tock.
But you never can see her (I couldn't either)
Tick. Tock.
No matter which shoulder you look over (she's not chasing you)
Tick. Tock.
And through the back your run (it only seems that way)
Tick. Tock.
And before you hit the ground (don't get me wrong your dead)
Tick. Tock.
Your death as payment (you sold your soul...you were always hers to take)
Tick. Tock.
And crumple in a pool of your own lifeblood (Yep your really gone)
Tick. Tock.
The clock strikes the zero hour (your time had come)
Tick. Tock.
And keeps right on breathing (Cuz you? You were nothing...)
Tick Tock
Tick Talk
Tick Tock
(Just like me...)
The clock makes me think of Big Brother
BeAutiFul ConFuSion
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