Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. As I sit alone, The clock ticking, The soulless groan, Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The noise getting louder, The sound like death itself, It seemed to get prouder, Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I think of all the things, That this noise reminds me of, And one is people dying like snapping strings, Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I can bear it no longer, The presence of this beat, The ticking getting stronger, Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Now it has come to me, death, I am not scared, For now I will rest, Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
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