Clock

The broken, charred little clock in the corner
Screaming tick tock, remind her of wasted moments
It won't leave her alone, why won't it stop ticking?
it just keeps whispering, reminds her of snide comments

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, can you hear it, Reader?
Does it also send shivers down your spine?
Does it remind you of all that you've wasted or lost?
Oh, how precious are these little seconds, time...

In a twilight gloom, she's all alone, i know you feel it too
The only sounds vibrating through her head, her peace
is the tick tock, that incessant chattering of the devil
reminding her of how time shall never cease

She tries to take back all of her mistakes, every one
and she smashes the clock, that infernal sound,
it's still there, she can never change what she's done
and in her heart, fear just continues to echo, resound

Try covering your ears, Dear Reader, you can't escape
Close your eyes, and it will still be there for you to hear
The ticking of this little bomb we call time, space, waste
She hears it too, and it just fills her with an animal fear