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Sitting here in solitude,

watching time pass by on the clocks.

The flames in the fireplace cease,

and all is cold now,

all is darkened...



Vapor fairies dance before my lips

with each shallow breath as I listen  

to the silence, interrupted by

tics and tocks...



Then I see it upon the wall,

movement beneath the fading paper.

The lumps grow and creep along,

and then I see you,

then I fear you...



The ticking clocks are in your eyes

and you grin wide to reveal pink fangs,

stained from your last meal, and

now you want me...



Before the next tic,

you're at my side and your breath is rotten.

Your icy fingers grip my pale arms

and you hold me tight,

you hold me close...



You will have me tonight.