Sledgehammer

I merged and became one with the walls
I heard it all.
As
they
put
their
hunting
trophies
on the wall
Little did they know
I heard and
felt it all
If these walls could
talk
You’d have a shock
I can hear the clock
Tick, tock
Time is running
Running nowhere
Tick tock
Gotta be somewhere
Time is locked
You won’t know
Till the aftershock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Backwards in reality
Forwards in make-belief
I merged and became
one with the walls
Not a wallflower
But a nail in the hall
Hammer, hammer
Oh how
ghosts
in time
stagger
Clamour, clamour
Hear their cries
Sledgehammer

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