The Measurement Of Existance. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Time is an invention of man, it only exist as a measurement of life.
As such we make it.
From beginning to end.
The tell tale spin.
The deep dive into where you been.
Odds and evens then.
A magnitude in which the body shakes.
The number of beats before the heart breaks.
A warranty given due.
Erosion with each step you take.
Cellular destruction.
Every action incorporated into this horrifying degradation.
A compilation of a life lived before it gives.
A biological marvel.
And there is no rewind.
So enjoy what you make.