the house is silent the pitter patter of feet seem so loud in this abyss but i run the shadow men lurk around every crevice waiting to ****** a soul who's clock kept ticking to an unholy hour of midnight it's my clock it kept ticking as my heartbeat yelled at the movement i was doing the hours washing away the safety of the light for its nightmare realm filled with creatures of the unimaginable thought to those who seek refuge in sleep