**cant think of a good name for this**

The Grandfather clock chimes dreadfully,
As I sit here in the dark, alone.
Shifting slowly on the rocker,
Hear the boards creak and groan.

Whispers floating through the trees,
As I sit here in the dark, alone.
Watching, worrying, wondering.
Listening to the silent drone.

Sirens cry and wind runs by,
As I sit here in the dark alone.
Feel the heart fall into two,
Waiting, waiting for the phone.

Yes, I know, I reply to the voice,
As I sit here in the dark, still alone.
Move away from chair to stairs,
Hear the boards creak and groan.

Nestled in his bloody hand,
As I watch him in the dark, alone.
See him dying ever so slowly,
As I watch him in the dark, alone.