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Night hells.

Tick, tock
Tick, tock

The clock counts the seconds before hell begins
Took more pills then medicare can supply
He terrifies everyone with his visions
He uses razors, just as musicians use instruments
With thicknesses in the air, he slips under
Now in the realm of hells.

He slides into the drivers seat
Happy, joyful, complete.
He goes to meet his love
Driving is like a retreat to him
Upon arriving, hes struck with disbelief
Shes with some little fucking muck,
Better than an insomniac i guess.
He thought turning around, was best.

Now drunk by rage and depression
Struck hard, swerving in and out the lines,
Observing the blurry and swirly,
Worry to slurry words,
His early life flashes,
It all ends with head on collision.

Despite the drugs, he awakens,
The nightmare chases him.
"Only a bad dream.."
"... right?"