The Clock

by Dying Soul   Oct 3, 2006


Counting down the minutes
Counting sown the seconds
Ticking, ticking away your life
Mocking you and the time you have left
Counting down the rest of your life
It makes you afraid,
You realize your life is short.
Shorter and shorter with every second, closer to the end with every 'tick.'
It terrifies me,
It never stops
Ticking...ticking...ticking...

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