A CLOCKWORK MADNESS
I believe a few more days have passed,
Not quite sure,
I just follow their ways,
Like clockwork,
One threw ten,
Everyday.
Wake up,
Do what I am told,
Go to bed,
Repeat!
This goes on,
Until they appear,
The ghost,
They reappear to me!
Even the creature,
The one who took his life,
He is with them.
They surround me,
Looking at me queer,
Staring at me like some experiment.
They clash to me.
I scream!
I shout!
I kick!
I punch!
I tell them to go away.
I hear a door open,
My heart races,
My blood pulses,
Figures in white,
Burst threw the ghost,
And come towards me.
A long needle,
Gets stuck into my throat.
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