I hear the clock ticking
Cursing the dead silence
The walls are slowly bleeding
To an eternal sentence.

The fan swings its razor blades
Toward an endless cycle
Singing a requiem that fades
Into a childish cackle.

The vesper in the ceiling
Casts a familiar shadow
A succubus slowly creeping
Down the covers of my window.

The chimes are prancing gladly
To the coming abomination
The wind blows an eerie
Stench of vile intoxication

Voracious grubs of horror
Crawl out from the pillows
Devouring all my vigor
In this crypt of morbid hallows.

Tingling drops of sweat kiss
The melting wooden floor
That crumbles down the abyss
Of hell's scorching core.

My frightened heart withered
To what ungodly sight
I woke up from my slumber
At the twelfth hour of night.