Time
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
That sound is mocking me
Reminding me that i am running out of time
The hand of death getting closer and closer
With every
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Time is such a precious thing
I'm running out of time
I wish I had more time
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
You never think of how precious time is until you're running out of it
You take every second you're alive for granted
Spend every minute wanting what you can't have
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
His hand is reaching out for me
He is calling me into the pit of death
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
I can't run away
Even if I could
There is nowhere to run to
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
He finally reached me and in that moment I realized
The hourglass is out of sand...
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Midnight Thoughts
PoesiaA collection of original poems written from the mind of a young teen.