Valentine1137

The tick of a clock is painful The sane reminder of time's passing Each second piling up is shameful Even as time's flow comes crashing Knocking upon your barred door Death's grasp comes seeking Chilling to your core The fingers come peeking Through unseeable pores Grasping onto your frame Never dream of escape Extinguishing your flame Lost in inescapable fate Every second you could have had Is gone now in time's cruel hand