Tick tock,
That's the clock.
It's counting the time,
I have left to rhyme.

Pound, pound,
My heart makes that sound.
It slows and it slows,
But I want it to go.

Clash, clang,
It ends with a bang.
I'm making up noises,
To go along with my choices.

Tick, tock,
That's the clock.
It's counting the time,
I have left to rhyme.

Rittle, rattle,
My body's in battle.
At war with my soul,
I'm harder than coal.

Swish, swoosh,
The rope is a douche.
I'm trying to live,
But death's all I give.

Tick, tock,
That's the clock.
It's counting the time,
I have left to rhyme.

Boom, boom,
I run across the room.
My feet hit the floor,
As I dash to the door.

Slim, slam,
The clock hits my hand.
Numbers falling to the ground,
What a beautiful sound.

Tick, tock,
That's not the clock.
That's the bomb in my mind,
Running out of time.

(m.c)