On a Cold Autumn Night

strucken by a confused body clock
tik tok tik tok tik tok
ill just stare into the darkness
and maybe ill see the light of heaven
as the clock again strikes 11
it seems so long ago that it was just 7

i get dizzy to my stomach
when i think of thinking of you
and why? i have no clue
suddenly the clock strikes 2
and i can feel myself hoax a snooze
no the frst time that's happened

once more, the clock strikes four
and again i start to here creaking from the floor
but its not light now like it was before
the sweet smell of insanity
whiped across the door
forevermore.

The End

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