A/N: So another drabble from Middle School. Thankfully, not angsty this time. …well, not too much, anyways. Hee-hee. It's just kind of reflecting on the finality and eventuality of death. …OK it's morbid, but what can I say? I was one of those emo bookworm kids of death! Not anymore, though. Well, I'm still a bookworm, and I still like dark stuff, but not nearly as much as I did then…

Time

The hands of time are always ticking…

Tick, Tick, Tick

The clock of life always goes on…

Tick, Tick, Tick

There is always a path to take…

Tick, Tick, Tick

No matter who you are, or where you're from…

Tick, Tick, Tick

Does it really matter? …

Tick, Tick, Tick

In the end, what will be your judgement? …

Tick, Tick, Tick

Is it your deeds? Your heart? …

Tick, Tick, Tick

The majority of your life, or just in the end? …

Tick, Tick, Tick

When will your clock stop? …

Tick, Tick, Tick

In an hour? In a day? In many years? …

Tick, Tick, Tick

When your clock stops, what will be your judgement? …

Silence

A/N: WELL! Morbid, yes. Ominous, yes. TOTALLY AMAZINGLY AWESOME? Well, maybe. :D Tell me what you think!