Knock Knock
Knock, Knock... an echo that freezes time... Knock, Knock, an annoying sound that bugs your mind.
The Knocking never ends, so you search for this mocking Knocking. This Knocking that is ever so taunting your brain, like thousands of drops of rain.
You look in smallest of nooks and under all your books, but still can't trap the Knocking.
Your life seems different everyday because you play with the Knocking, you pray that it would go away, oh so you can live without the Knocking. But one day, you lay awake with no Knocking.
For you are dead, and now all that is left is the constant Knocking of you soul that is now talking.
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