the clock on the wall
Tick- Tock
ringing in my head
Tick- Tock
alone in my bed
Tick- Tock
My last words to be said
Tick- Tock
steady unchanging
unlike the heart in my chest
hurt and deflating
and if death wore tattoos
on his knuckles he would write
Tick- Tock
With ice in his lungs
and fiery lips
"I'm coming for you"
he'd whisper
Tick- Tock
you feel the end is near
Tick- Tock
Death is here
I really like how this one ends.
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