The pencil flurries across the page,
The clock is ticking-tock,
Your heart will race inside its cage,
You jump with a single knock.
You fearfully open the door,
To step aside and sigh,
They creek among old wooden floor,
the remaining friends left by.
Lock the door, hurry your pace,
Don't want him getting in,
Can never leave this forever chase,
Without someone's dying skin.
The house keeping you in for now,
Lay down on tearful bed,
He'll never stop, he can't until,
You all are surely dead.
The clocks are keeping time in place,
Everything sits still,
But is still moving at a fast pace,
Break the clocks, one by one,
Let time run free again,
Your memories are twisted now,
Your sanity is spent.
One goes blind, another dead,
Time resets again,
Again, again, again, again,
Join him in the end.