Time

The hand of time is clamped over my mouth as I scream that it is running out.

We spend our days in monotonous rhythm,

wasting our lives in insignificant patterns, 

As we decay into dust with nothing done.

Nothing lost or gained,

Oh how I weep for humanity.

The hand of time is clamped over my mouth as I scream that it is running out.

At the hospital bed drumming up small talk,

Avoiding the bitter silence of reality,

Of how much it could hurt.

Of how much it scares me that it doesn't.

And I can't say I love you because I never truly knew anything,

What you said was a lie,

They were all lies.

The hand of time is clamped over my mouth as I scream that it is running out.

And then time is no more.