Towards Zero.

Staring at its face

its face stares back towards me

Standing down to space

as the clocks tick back for me

looking to my image

burned in the retinas of time

Looking at my image,

I've been sulied in my prime.

Living by my moments

fleeting tender care

hushed in silent moments

Twirling at my hair

-Tick at me slowly

Ill talk to you to-

Back reverse dully

as time ticks to you.

Leaving this reality

I am leaving this reality

See me escaping this reality

as time bleeds now for you.

Hiding in formality

I will skip all the formality

I will leave all the formality

As the clocks tick back for you

Looking through its face

As its face looks right through me.

Just transparent peace of light

as the clocks tick back for me

Staring at my image

Entering these pupils of mine.

Looking at my image,

Towards zero clocks go back in time.