• Can you feel it?
    The tock and the tick biting into my skin
    The noise of every passing second,
    Goals of my enemy are akin.
    Passing time making me weaken

    Less and less of me ‘till there’s no more
    But I will rise from the ashes…
    From the mid-death
    I am the ghost of the past and the future.
    The ready gleam in my eyes meeting your horrid figure

    I look at you and see nothing…the nothing I was to you
    Time ticking your beat down
    Passing minutes eroding your heart and soul
    You are what you made me.
    The fear in your eyes, the accomplishments in mine.

    I watch you wither.
    I am the clock to you and you are death to me…
    Gone…with the tick and the tock
    Can you feel it now?
    The thrashing instead of biting