

Tick Tock TickTick Tock
Time and space, space and time
One little change and everything's different
Yesterday, wasn't fine but was okay
Today today I fear tomorrow
Tock
Fear that tomorrow may be yesterday
To become what was once
A sickness in my stomach, in my soul
Of yesterday of tomorrow of me of him
Tick
Everything feels just out of reach
Like there's something between me and me
Muted, dulled, blanketed
Like a thick heavy fog
Tock
Can still sense it there though
Co


Out of the wallsCreeping and crawling Skittering and swarming They'll come from the walls and drop down your back Hairy little pin pricks Jerky and quick Under your jumper They'll make you feel sickOut of the walls


Rotten Apples of the CosmosGaz opened his eyes and yawned. Before him the view of the stark metal room blurred as his breath clouded the still ice cold plastic of the sleep booth. As he felt life starting to seep back into his muscles he reached out with one hand and pushed the release pad. The lid juttered as it hinged open with a rasp of complaint. 'At least it didnt stick this time,' Gaz thought, with some relief. Being stuck alive in a coffin, drifting through the emptiness was not his idea of how he wanted to die. Of course this whole thing had not been his idea in the first place. The air in the room was almost as cold,Rotten Apples of the Cosmos


Whispers in the woodMy mother said That I never should Play with the pixies In the woodWhispers in the wood
But to her I paid no heed To what she'd say Or softly plead
Warning me of Their big kind eyes Or sweet little voices A trickster's guise
Then one day I played too deep And from the foliage They did peep
Thoughts of panic Ran through my head Wished I'd listened to What mother said
But they promised More games and fun To play forever more I was undone
Aye they played And fun was had
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Euh, what to say, what to say...
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not in it for the fame, in it cause i love the game!
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Take care
Jess.
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