Moonlit Clock
Twelve o'clock, midnight, the scripting has now took place,
A spiritual virus, concocting a plan on infecting your base,
Cerebral scriptures blinding you, only proving that I'm too bright,
Injured in darkness, only to see your blood under moonlight,
Tranquil until you hear screeches of pain clogging your brain,
Slowly eating away your sight and thinking in a reign,
Leaving you mentally stained, as the whole sky is one big clock,
The big hand strikes the top searching for something to mock,
Everyone is in slumber so no one is awake at this hour,
Its hands slowly drag you into it merged in its power,
Begging for time, but the clock can’t hear you pleading,
Everyone was dancin with death like crip walkin with demons,
Suffering pain as your mind franticly panics,
Swallowed by it, devilishly melted within its mechanics.
Darkness overwhelms the sun including the sky,
Waiting for the hands to strike 12 waiting to die,
Surrounded by four corners, trapped in a box,
Its pitch black, except the light to the moonlight clock,
Trembling vocals leave you under cardiac arrest,
As the little hand merges intensely into your chest,
Faint ghostly voices whispering into your ear,
Transforming your organs into machinery gears,
The clock is endless in diameter blocking the clouds,
As is swiftly pushes through stars like a snow plow,
Falling comets creating craters shaking the planet,
Thousands of souls released penetrating the ambit,
The clock begins to loose control as it shakes,
Battery acid it leaks, the machine starts to break,
Duracell powered running on dark electricity,
Its ending, the sky is becoming placid with simplicity,
The town’s clock tower has struck 6 o'clock,
Finally after many hours this terror has stopped,
Darkness overwhelms the sun including the sky,
Waiting for the hands to strike 12 waiting to die,
Surrounded by four corners, trapped in a box,
Its pitch black, except the light to the moonlight clock,
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