My joints creak, my body's skin crawls.
"You need help." I can manage just fine.
My heart beat quickens, as the past attacks.
Another knife to my hip, briars wrapped around my legs.
Must keep walking. Must keep cleaning.
Like a clock, it never stops ticking.
Until the batteries run dry, corrosion sets in.
But the clock is mocked, berated, so it ticks, trembling.
A car running without any motor oil or gas, it's parts start to collapse.
Even though my knees are being shredded and bleeding, They don't see.
Time's hands drop like needles, staking my arms.
Parts of my mind scramble, as the clock's work loses all meaning.
As the car swerves off the road, it collides into the cement barrier, then crashes into the water.
And locked inside, I drown.
