Tick. Tock.
The clocks on the wall stop.
How could this be?
I'm only a man can't you see!
Tick. Tock.
Why won't the sounds stop!
Everything is slow but I am not!
I hate this dream
It only consumes me
Tick. Tock.
Sorry, sir, I'm afraid you've lost
Lost what? The only thing you've got.
Your mind is a rot, floating, drifting.
But it will never stop
Tick. Tock.
You are dead
I'm sorry friend
But all things must come to an end
