The Tapping
Mysterious Tapping Unveils Shadows of the Unknown
Lyrics
As I read a book tonight
Engaging in reading a book during the night.
In the dimness of candlelight
Reading in the low light provided by a candle.
I hear tapping as if on glass
Hearing tapping sounds, seemingly on glass.
Tap, tap, tapping as the seconds pass
Continuous tapping, marking the passage of time.
I look out my window, but nothing's there
Checking outside through the window but finding nothing.
So I start searching everywhere
Searching throughout the living space.
The tapping grows louder as I move to
The tapping becomes louder as the person moves.
The living room and so I look through
Entering the living room and continuing to investigate.
The window within that room's wall
Examining the window within the living room's wall.
But see only nighttime shadows so tall
Seeing only tall nighttime shadows outside.
I move to the kitchen, the sound is less profound
Moving to the kitchen where the sound diminishes.
But I still decide to look around
Despite the reduced sound, still searching in the kitchen.
But nothing there can be found
Finding nothing in the kitchen despite thorough search.
Though I search from the ceiling to the ground
Searching extensively from the ceiling to the ground.
Only one place in my flat to go
Having only one place left to explore in the flat.
But how could the restroom host this sound, ya know?
Expressing skepticism about the restroom hosting the sound.
I go there nonetheless and it grows loud
Despite doubts, going to the restroom where the tapping intensifies.
Tap tap tap, TAP TAP TAP, like thunder in a cloud
Describing the tapping in the restroom as thunderous.
I look in the tub, by the toilet, in the sink
Searching specific areas in the restroom - tub, toilet, and sink.
Nothing is seen, so I start to think
Finding nothing visible, prompting further contemplation.
And as is my habit when in thought, I look
Engaging in habitual behavior of looking into the mirror while thinking.
Into the mirror and now I drop my book
Dropping the book upon seeing a hand in the mirror, not their own.
For I see in it a hand, but not my own
Realizing the tapping is coming from within the mirror.
And as it taps from within, cracks start to have shown
As the hand taps, cracks begin to appear in the mirror.
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