'The eyes are not here.
There are no eyes in the valley of dying stars.' - Hollow Men, T.S. Elliot.
There was once a little boy;
a mother's unconditional pride and joy.
His only companion was his stuffed bunny,
with a stitch over its heart
and secret wishes and tears collected from the start.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
The clock's hands have now stopped.
There was once a young man;
abandoning most of his hopes and dreams
and run away to his own wonderland.
In his own mind,
there are no limits
to what he would've done.
The angels and wonderful creatures were oh so kind.
Until the young man realized that it was time.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
The clock's hands have now stopped.
"Off with his head."
His own friends
yelled.
"Off with his heart and mind."
His own lover, Caroline,
didn't seem to mind.
The former boy did not realize
that everyone's eyes were blind.
The world he had created in his head
was the cause of so many that have been caught dead.
His neighbors accused him of going mad,
his lover, Caroline, caught him sobbing into his red red hands.
All that stood by was his stuffed bunny,
smiling a blood-red smile.
It's blood-red eyes never stopped watching him.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Your clock's time has got to stop.
It said.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
This is when you realize you are out of luck.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Off with your heads and your hearts of stone.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tick.
Tock.
Your time is now up.
