27. Crash

Loud,

Sound,

Around me,

Surrounds me..

The walls are shaking,

Floorboards quaking,

Clocks come crashing down,

Around me, all around

I’m waking, taking, faking

The clocks are breaking!

Their faces smash,

Spraying glass

Hands are flying,

The clocks are dying!

Their living gears spew,

From tight springs blew

Their last breaths shatter,

Oh! Their last tolls matter

The time ticks away,

And I’m trapped in this day!

I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming,

I’m SCREAMING

-tock, tick, tock

tick, tock, tick, tock, tick-

tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick, tock

tick, tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

tick, tock, tick-tock, tick, tock, tick-

tock, tick-tock, tick, tock

tick-tock, tick-

tock

The End

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