The Pit and the Pendulum, Edgar Allan Flow

[Intro – Spoken, slow, tense] Once upon a midnight dreary, bound in darkness, worn and weary… No light. No sound. No mercy. I did not fear the silence… I feared the rhythm. Tick… Tick… Tick… Edgar Allan Flow. [Beat Drop – slow, heavy] [Verse 1] Cold stone floor and the air feels thin No sense of time where the walls close in Hands tied tight, can’t move, can’t breathe Something in the dark I can’t quite see Smell of the damp and the iron decay Silence so loud it’s eating my brain No chains rattling, no voices cry— Just something swinging from the sky Eyes adjust to the pitch-black dome Then I see it hanging slow… Steel blade glint in a faint dim light Swinging. Back and forth in the dead of night. [Hook] Tick — feel the blade cut closer to my skin Tick — hear the rhythm drilling deep within Tick — every second pulling me below Time don’t stop… and the pendulum knows. Tick — hear the heartbeat echo in my chest Tick — fear the moment I can’t second guess Tick — every swing a whisper from the grave Time don’t wait… and the pendulum craves. [Verse 2] Back… forth… slow like a breath held tight Every swing cutting closer tonight Sweat drip cold as it marks the beat Every inch bringing death to meet Mind starts cracking, thoughts go thin Try to measure the arc it’s in Left to right like a metronome Counting out every second I own Blade hum low with a hungry tone Like it’s singing me into stone I scream once but it dies in place No one hears in this buried space. [Hook] Tick — feel the blade cut closer to my skin Tick — hear the rhythm drilling deep within Tick — every second pulling me below Time don’t stop… and the pendulum knows. [Bridge – beat builds, faster ticks] Tick tick tick tick— Heartbeat racing in the hollow room Steel sings louder like a coming doom Every breath feels thinner now Closer. Closer. Closer. [Final Verse – intense] Teeth clenched tight as I twist my frame Feel the wind of the blade like a whisper of flame One wrong move and the line is drawn Blood writes truth when the hope is gone Madness creeping but I won’t break Fight the rhythm for survival’s sake Even death gotta earn this soul I won’t fall to a swinging toll. [Outro – slow fade] Tick… Tick… Tick… If time is the blade… Then fear is the edge. And I am still here. For now.