Tick tick, tick tock,
It's approaching 11 o'clock ,
Two more hours ,
Till the clock strikes 1,
Hickory dickordy dock,
At 1am,
The monsters appear,
And nightmare like sounds ,
Surround my head,
They go round and round and round ,
Tick tock, tick tock ,
Oh no! the clock has stopped,
Will the monsters appear tonight ,
Or will they decided to skip the night,
The time grows near,
Or so it appears ,
Hickory dickordy dock,
I think it's 1,
The room gets dark,
And a chill goes up my spine ,
But for now ,
The screamings stopped ,
Hickory dickordy dock ,
But I know better ,
Than to hope that's over,
For it was simply their day off,
The voices will return ,
And invade my thoughts ,
Hickory dickordy dock...
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Reality - Poetry
PoetryA bunch of poems that show the truth about the horrible world we live in and the thoughts of those suffering.
