Tick-Tock Broken clock

I stare at a broken clock why doesn't it's hands turn anymore? Watching my days turn into nights. My empty heart is in an empty place.

… Can't you hear that?

… Can't you hear that?

… Can't you hear that?

Tick-tock can't you here that? As their bodies hit the floor? For their hearts are as mine. Cold, dark, and empty. Tick-tock bleeding clock. I know it's the sound of their dead souls hitting the ground. They'll never rise again…