Fading Out (poems about life)

Clocks

The clock that never stops,
Counting down the days
Until our lungs give out
And our hearts stop beating.

Mortality hangs over us,
Like the flowers and the leaves,
We will wither away,
Our colours fading and dying.

The earth will surround us,
A dark, heavy sheet
Swaddling our coffins
Like a blanket over a child.

We will draw our last breath,
Our eyes will freeze over
And our mouths will go cold.
Our souls will soar like butterflies.

One day, we will be forgotten,
Every sins and virtue,
The memories that haunt us,
Carried away by the wind.

We live in a world of death,
We see it happen every day,
But we forget,
That we ourselves,
Are not immortal.