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.
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.