Tick Tock
Beware my friends
The passing of time
Tick tock tick tock
You’ll soon be mine
Sweet as honey
Smooth as silk
I’ll drink your blood
Like a mother’s milk
Tick tock tick tock
The rhythmic sound
So soon will you be
Deep underground
A sharp edged knife
That catches the light
A beaded garrotte
Drawn up tight.
Murdered or maimed
Dead and buried
Pipped of your life like
A stone from a cherry
Tick tock tick tock
I’m coming for you
Tick tock tick tock
No ‘how do you do?’
I’ll cut out your heart
Your kidneys and lungs
I’ll dine on your liver
Your eyes and tongue
What fun we’ll have
Alone in your house
I’ll chase you
I’ll catch you
I’ll tear you down
In a river of blood
You’ll slowly drown
Tick tock tick tock
You can’t run away
Tick tock tick tock
The pendulum sways
Left right left right
then suddenly…
STOP
Like oranges and lemons
Chop… chop…
Chop.
Mathew Bridle
