This clock

by ImOnlyMe   Jul 10, 2008


Time's going fast right before my eyes,
while it's going I'm begging for a compromise.
Family members come and go,
your life slips away.
Just as your at the breaking point you bow your head and pray.
I'm scared as this clock tics I'm losing my breath,
this clock is my life ending secret.

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