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