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Published: 2010-07-06 17:46:08 +0000 UTC; Views: 170; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 6
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Description
Hear the clock softly tick as you drift away
Away to the place you feel safe, where every breath is sweet
Like the first drops of spring rain falling on your tongue
When you were young.
In the house you knew so well, for years
Feeling distant, but the days have not yet passed
But bring tears to those left behind in time
On the Eleventh Hour, close your eyes
Wishing for the one who held your hand, that strange man
The question lingers like a mysterious aroma
Why did he say five minutes?
The Beast Below bellows deep like rolling ocean waves
Deep within your darkest desires
Overbearing, hands are tearing, throat raw and dry
Flesh and stone grind into a crimson stream, lying
breathless and pale
Just think
Don't blink.
Grasp for solid ground, the soil collapses all around, the
Hungry Earth drags you down
While the cold blood trickles, eyes snap open wide in fear
For you'll never be safe
Inside the Blue Box.
