I stand motionless
Staring into the hot orange glow
Tick… tick…
Seconds become minutes
Become years
Tick… tick…
The hot orange burns my eyes
As I feel death's icy grip upon my shoulder
Tick… tick…
Ding!
My toast is ready
I stand motionless
Staring into the hot orange glow
Tick… tick…
Seconds become minutes
Become years
Tick… tick…
The hot orange burns my eyes
As I feel death's icy grip upon my shoulder
Tick… tick…
Ding!
My toast is ready