The fingers are like hands on a clock.
Each feeling powerful and left to shock.
You stand there facing time again.
Your time is about to end.
Everyone is pulling the center of your brain.
Shaking you to see if you are sane.
Your feeble heart is slowly ticking away.
Pulled and graciously not looking okay.
This is your nightmare,
Shrug it off or fight the dare.
If you survive this pitiful fall,
They leave with nothing at all.
Fight your demons til they go away.
Make sure there is nothing left to stay.
The evil around you will eventually disappear.
Just hold on to the thoughts of living in fear.
Your struggles are your own,
Reap and you shall sow.
Never grasp at what you can lose.
Pick wisely at what you choose.
All around you is your fears.
Close your eyes, wipe those tears.
Carry forward, the faith in you.
Your indestructible, the force inside you to.
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