Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Snap Crack Cleak Clack


Snap crack cleak clack
The bones are rubbing as they walk
The stones compress and powder drop.
Your way, and will not stop

A moan from snapping limbs
A squeak from doors on their hinge
Sounds so real, noise so true
The longer you deny, the closer he is to you

The moon hides behind a shadow line
Less light more dark can't move can't hark
Conscience deny it at first!
Can you when you're in a hearse?

Misty hands slide round your jaw
Sudden twist your head shall fall
All Sanity leans and calls
Waking, your heart beats and stalls

Terror, pain, its all over
Relief not yet, linger hour
wait, breathe, can't, move, won't....
listen. snap. crack. cleak. clack.

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