Fleeting death

I inhale life and exhale death for the clock is ticking and i can not stop it, 
Tick, tick, tick oh how the seconds tick away, the sound of death echos leaving a ringing in my ears. Pulsating through my brain and constrcting my heart , every beat slower then the last.
Woe is me for i wish i had more time to right the wrongs of my past, but ever going is the tick tick tick of the second hand on the clock.