Tick Tock; Knock Knock
An UNDERTALE inspired poem

Notes:
The first part of the poem is in the perspective of Frisk, while the second part is in the perspective of Sans.

Poem:

Tick tock. Tick tock.
The hand that's on the clock.
Seconds, minutes, hours, years.
As time moves on it drives our fears.
Time stops. Time stops.
The hand that's on the clock.
And as it stills
the monsters killed
DETERMINATION in its wake.
I finally see
what it means to me
when time itself is fake.

Knock knock. Knock knock.
It's time itself you mock.
Take every part
bring it back to start
and then begin from there.
The world you see
in front of me
has long begun to tear.
And as it rips
and I guilt trip
myself for what you've done.
I begin to see
that you seem to be
having quite a lot of fun.