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