The clock ticks

[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, knock, sounds from hell arise,
Midnight’s stroke, darkness fills the skies.
At twelve, shadows start to crawl,
In every corner, they hear my call.
[Chorus]
Tick-tock, tick-tock, echoes fill the air,
Whispers drift, like ghosts unaware.
“Tell me your desire,” voices low and deep,
Through haunted murmurs, secrets creep.
Midnight chills in hearts that beat,
Ticking clocks as silence seeps.
Laughter calls from far away,
With hands that reach to make me sway.
I am restless, even in death’s embrace,
Fear lingers on in this endless space.
[Verse 2]
A creak of floor, shadows dance and spin,
Darkness hides where spirits lie within.
The cold wind sighs, a breath so near,
Bringing whispers that only I can hear.
Voices grow louder, tearing at my mind,
Bound to this darkness, a fate entwined.
[Chorus]
Tick-tock, tick-tock, endless whispers sound,
Voices rise from underground.
“Tell me what you wish,” they croon,
Ghostly tunes in a hollow room.
Midnight strikes and hearts draw tight,
As whispers drift into the night.
Laughter echoes, hands from afar,
As though the night still holds a scar.
In death’s restless grasp, peace fades,
With fear that lingers, as night invades.