Can you hear their screams.
Put your hands on your ears,
Wish that this was just a dream,
That all your your fears,
Are false, Tomorrow will be a new day.

Can you hear their footsteps.
Coming up the stairs,
You have had learned to accept,
That this is the way it is.

Can you hear them banging on your door,
It's making you nervous,
Your knees shook along with the floor.

Silence is deafening,
Your soul is defeating.
The only thing that can be heard is the clock,
Sitting on your desk,
Tick Tock Tick Tock it goes.

It's like as if it's taunting you,
Haunting you,daring you.
Time is running out.