THREE TAPS

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One
Two
Three

That's the number of knocks your hearing
Its here to devour your fear but when you look its nothingness you'll be seeing
It gets louder and louder trust me you'll start tearing

Four
Five
Six

The creature as for you allot more tricks
But why the pattern in the tics
You hear it echo through the bricks

Seven
Ate
Nine

My oh my its almost time
Don't you think how close your insanity is, is divine
Now tell me is your heart beat starting to climb

Ten
Eleven
Twelve

Your doom is here close your eyes and start to delve
You have broken haven't you you have fallen off of Sanity's shelve
But come along now your only escape is through an open valve

The valve will be a noose or a knife
Try to escape it even through ending your own life

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