Tick Tock
Tick Tock Tick Tock goes the clock
Pain and suffering strangles me with its cold vicious hands
Scars all over my body from the claws of fear
My heart breaks piece by piece as time goes on
Tears roll down my face leaving stains
Fear looks at me in the mirror knowing he has won
Tick tock tick tock goes the clock
Fear raises the gun to my head
Laughter then fills the room
He then pulls back the trigger
This is the end.
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