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𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

I am running out of time.
the world is burning down
and love is fading away.
human touch is now a
metaphor for bleakness.
I am running out of time
and no longer flinching
at the piercing panic.

I'm not a killer,
but I have perfected the art
of killing time.
when I kill time,
I don't feel remorse.
I just let the minutes
tick slowly by
until time
no longer
exists.

isn't that how we die?
the minutes
tick by
until we
no longer
exist?
I've grown accustomed to
time slipping through
my fingertips
but the feeling of
desperation
never gets old.

it's time
to lay these fears
to rest.
fear
will only
hold you down
and I need
to unclench
my hands.

I don't know
how to let go of fear
when I'm afraid
of everything.
I'm afraid
it's my time
to die.
I'm afraid
it's all in
my head.
I'm afraid
of you.
and I'm afraid
of them.
I'm afraid
of falling.
I'm afraid
of running
out of time.

I am running out of time.
does that scare you?
does that spur you
into action?
I've been telling time
since I was old enough to walk,
but I know my legs
won't always work.
I am running out of time
and it tastes hollow.
I am running out of time
and it's hard to swallow.

I'm not a killer,
but this time,
I might be.

this time,
only time
will tell.