Tick. . . Tick. . . Tick. . . A thought between each beat, It grates down nerves. Tick. . . Tick. . . Tick. . . Who could it be? Only God can see. Tick. . . Tick. . . Tick. . . The rose in the corner, could it be? Could it have seen? Tick-Tock. . . Tick-Tock. . . Does it ever stop, This solitary clock? Tick-Tock. . . Tick-Tock. . . "The door is locked!" Someone cried through their shock. Tick-Tock. . . Tick-Tock. . . Who could it be? The serpant in the tree? Tick-Tock. . . Tick. . . What can it mean, This stopping at half-past three? Maybe it was me, The queen of misery.Birth sign: Pisces
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