How To End Time

"Alone. Yes, that's the key word. The most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."
-Shakespeare

Images dancing, colors whipping past,
Sensations stirring
Fragile as glass.
Time ticks by unknown to one girl,
Her memories hissing past her, compacting in a swirl.
Why does life complicate itself?
Why do we try?
No one knows the answer. It's hidden under lies.
It brings love to a stand still, drop to its knees and cry.
Doubt is a shadow always following close behind,
Yet she never dares to look,
Afraid of what she'll find,
The whirling mix freezes and focuses in mind's eye.
Lying on her back, blurred vision of orbs painted sky.
It's not a man, but a monster, who grows with her fear,
Being the first to smile at her overdone tears,
Staring at the clock, wishing it was kind,
Knowing it would never work,
He was just too blind.
The tattered pages keep turning,
The fires still burning.
But as the clock keeps ticking,
Blood still dripping,
At once, she's ended time.

^First time I tried to off myself.
Didn't work, by the way.