The flame burns black
the candle dies
our lives play out
'neath angry skies

the melted wax,
like blood pools round
to the sound
of pain profound.

TICK








TOCK-TICK








TOCK

come the diseaded murmers
of a dying clock

a ghostly whisper,
an angry sound
the clink of human bones
echoes 'round

under blue skies,
no sound fills the halls
but the house comes alive
as darkness falls