| Written: 12:01 AM March 28, 2004 The red clock clicks and rings throughout the room Slow sounding, clicking, and ticking, waiting to go boom Eyes glare around the corner, fixated on the hands of time Slowly drawing nearer, to and through the wall of grime Water creeps from the cracks and the deep and endless holes Trying to stop the floods, endless pouring covering all poles The surface of the floor, covered with sink holes and rain Splashes of drizzle, mentally stable from this domain Nearing the end of the last clicks, the visitors run in panic One stands near the clicker, yet is not in any fear or frantic The system rains water onto his stone cold face, eyes glazed wide Thoughts of his life, past through his mind, and sank within inside He flinched as the clock clicked its once and final time at last The red clock burst, burnt, and fell to the ground due to the blast Everything set aflame, burning from outside in, alluring red aglow Decreasing the overminded, bemused hostile, ridding the world of a foe |
| The Frantic |
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