the scribbles on the wall

text rattling

nibbles runs across the floor

you were tired of it; shapes

wanted to think, wanted to stop thinking

to close your eyes, but the clock kept ticking

another night passes, no one knows

that you turned back time

and the clock stopped on eight

now i sit here, wishing to see what you did

wishing you hadn’t had so much power

clock faces the wall; i don’t want to see time

eyes shaking; ears occupied

you cannot be forgotten now

you have joined my ghosts