A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Clock

One second, two seconds, three seconds more,

is all I ask of the clock as I bleed on the floor,

to say goodbye to the ones I adore,

before speaking to them nevermore,

I had so many plans for life and wanted to see what was in store.

One second, two seconds, three seconds more,

the daughter howled as high tiny heart tore,

the wife completely broken just banged on the door,

this family had just lost it's core,

and the clock's ticking became a horror.

One second, two seconds, three seconds more,

haunting the night is never a bore,

and making the murderer scream their lungs sore,

for just one second, two seconds, three seconds more.

One second, two seconds, three seconds more,

the clock's ticking stops, and there's a knock on the door,

revenge is never enough, one victim is a bore,

so entertain the ghost for one second, two seconds, three seconds more.