Must I pretend all is well
Watching my Dear go to hell
Tick tock goes the clock
Soon the bells will toll
It took you slowly bit by bit
My Dear, it has your soul
Around, around and around
Spinning without a sound
Ties that bind are blind
The web of knots grew tight
You must resist my Dear
It devours you tonight
A cumbersome life you lead
Keeping those demons fed
Bells rang, but evil sang
That old familiar tune
You knew the words by heart
My Dear, you left so soon
©S. Austin Vincoski