Sit still in the silence
And realize
you are coming closer to your death
With each second that you
Remain unmoving
The pendulum swings
Relentlessly driving you closer
To your oblivion
Your cells divide
And are one division closer to their demise
You take a breath in
And are one closer to your last
Tick
Tock
Oh how the clock laughs
At your mortality
At your weakness
Weep if you will
It's laughter turns to hysterics
As it drives you closer to the end
"Dance" it whispers,
For soon your legs will give out.
"Write" it whispers,
For soon your hand will shake.
"Sing" it whispers,
For soon your lungs will burn.
"Explore" it whispers,
For soon you will be gone.
The silence explodes in chaotic insanity
You begin to laugh along with the clock
Maniacally snickering
You lose consciousness
Goodbye you chuckle
Goodbye.