As Time Holds A Gun To My Head.... Poem by Eric Markisen

tick, tock, tick, tock
the clock plays its song
inside my mind
and in the air
it brings me time
and to my despair
time kills
it tears apart
a sense of anything at all
the most beautiful art
tick, tock, tick, tock
with every second
future becomes past
no time for present to last
and life is the present
we spend our lives trying to kill time
when, in time
time will slowly kill us
but until that time
i wish to live in this amber moment
this past present and future
this safety state in my head
time will never kill
what is already dead.
tick, tock, tick, tock
the clock still goes
and it will never stop