clocks don't stop in my world of horror movies
my brain run on tocks and ticks
in between my grandfather clock's chimes
and even when my heart is haunted
time doesn't stop to say "i'm sorry"
when the rusted door opens to find a ghostly soul
of what my flourishing mind had
only does time seem to pause in its tracks
and only when my pale face pops up in memories
they only care to miss me
when it seems i have crossed a line no one else had
there is no denying i would be a restless soul
dancing through the air without anvils
weighing me down on my shoulders
the feeling of freedom too much for me
but as the chimes tick away
i'm found again in my world of a horror movie
-valkyrie
